You applied for the newest unpaid intern job that popped up on Indeed sometime last week, and to your surprise you bagged an interview with your stellar cover letter (you literally have no previous work experience, so this in no ways could have been due to the resume you whipped up in ten minutes on a job finding app). When you enter the tall tinted-glass building, you are immediately shuffled to an elevator, by what seems to be a blue eagle animatronic, which then led you to the only office on the top floor. You are met by your interviewer. Everything seems so perfect that it starts to reflect as kind of cliché. He's sweet, funny, and seems to enjoy your company! The only issue is that... He is made of textiles :(.