Mr. Mination's Office

You walk through the office door, bracing yourself for whatever creepy mutant lair lies beyond it.

To your surprise, you see a regular ol' executive office -- you know, big wooden desk, a wet bar in the corner, a window with breathtaking views of Mt. McLargeHuge. On the desk is a placard that reads "Mr. Crimbo Mination, CEO," and behind that placard sits a mild-looking man in a business suit, who is idly flicking an expensive-looking desk toy.

Okay, so he's got two heads and his skin is green, but other than that, he's your basic executive-looking guy.

"Welcome, Mr.. . . . Lipolysis, is it? I've just been going over your resume."

"I don't remember giving anyone a res --"

"It looks like you have an extensive background in monster-fighting and treasure-looting, is that right? Well, I'm sure we can find a position for you that will allow you to utilize those skills."

He taps a few keys on his computer, then smiles at you with both heads. "We have an opening for an entry-level file clerk, data processor, and butt monkey," he says. "I'm sure you'll find it stimulating. Welcome to the team." He extends a gnarled claw for you to shake.

"Um. Thanks?" you say.

"Human Resources will set you up to get paid after every job you do. You can spend your earnings in the CRIMBCO store on the first level," Mr. Mination says, standing up to show you out.

"Oh, and one more thing: the H.R. Department, or possibly H.R. Pufnstuf, determined that the best way to maintain employee morale is to coerce each employee into buying random gifts for total strangers. As such, we've instituted a Covert Crimbo program. CRIMBCO HR will be in touch to let you know who your Covert Crimbo recipient is. Once that happens, make sure to spend your hard-earned CRIMBCO scrip buying presents for them, if you know what's good for you. That'll be all."