Beggars can't be choosers, you think to yourself. "Sure, I guess I'll take the job," you say to the man behind the counter.
"Wonderful! I'll go get the contract for you to sign," the man exclaims, then walks into a back room to get your paperwork. You continue to explore the deli, noting the vast amounts of human meat for sale here. Glass display cases line the store showing all of the various cuts from both male and female meat. Breasts, cunt filets, thighs, calves, rumps, shoulders, and even a few cocks fill the cases. You also notice three larger display cases near the front of the deli, stacked one on top of the other, that are currently empty.
"Here we go," the man returns, holding a black pen and a thick stack of yellow papers. "I'll need you to sign a few papers before you get started."
"What papers?" you ask, not wanting to make any mistakes in an establishment like this.
"Oh, you know, the usual legal stuff. Basically, you have to give your consent to let anyone hire you at a business that involves human meat. Indemnification, insurance, benefits, that sort of stuff."
"Okay, sure," you smile and nod, not really having a clue what he's talking about. You can't decipher even half of the legalese mumbo-jumbo in the documents in front of you. You aren't about to let that stop you from getting this job, though, so you clutch the pen and nervously sign your name at the bottom of each page.
"Excellent!" the man cheers and extends his hand to welcome you. "Glad to have you on board, miss..."
"Jennifer's my name," you fill in the blank and grab his extended hand for a handshake. "And you are?"
"Most folks just call me Joe. Pleased to meet you, Jennifer."
With the formalities completed, it's time to get to work. Joe leads you into a back room to explain the functions of your new job. "So, Joe, what do you want me to do for you first?"