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I feel like I should polish up that iron fist, or look through my notes for that one retarded management class I took as an elective in the Business School.

Me: You are late!
Intern: At least I show up!
Me: Good point. Well done, in fact. We need to give you a raise.

Anyway, it's intern hiring time, and I don't even have enough intern labor to wall-paper the halls of the engineering school with our splendid advert.