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Corkscrew

"This... Ian Corkscrew... Who is he?"

"Oh, that one? He is an interesting character, certainly." Gunther crossed his fingers and leaned back, eyes glowing beneath the well lit roof. "Incredibly perceptive and incredibly autistic. Can spot a drop of water on your shirt before you can spot what colour his hair is."
"Spare me the poetry, Gunther, and tell me what his qualifications are."
Gunther grinned, "If you insist," and he pulled a series of papers from his bag and laid them upon the desk for his addressee to take.
"Qualifications..." Gunther started, "Ian's got some of those. Took nine A-levels," He raised his fingers one by one, "Maths, Further maths, Computer Science, Art, Design Technology, Business, Music, Sociology and Psychology." Gunther lowered his hand, "Excels physically, takes Ballet, breakdancing and is a Division one Gymnast."
"Sounds promising. So how did he find himself in jail?"
"Ah yes, tragic story that one." Gunther pointed to a specific paper that his addressee then took, "Identity fraud, arson, taking hostages and possession of illegal substances. When questioned about his motives, Ian simply said he was "Doing social and phycological experiments." Gunther cocked his head. "Bit twisted this one, eh?"
"Reminds me of you."
Gunther's face fell. "So what do you think?"
There was no hesitation. "Put him in the programme."
Gunther shrugged. "Alright." And he gathered the papers and left.