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The bored man just stares at you like you grew another head.

After an uneasy pause, you say, "I SAID-"

"I know what you said," he replies, "It was just so silly that I couldn't possibly dignify it with an answer."

"I see," you say, "In any case, I want to become a bounty hunter. What do I do?"

"Down the hall, third door to your left. Can't miss it." The bored man instantly stops recognizing the fact that you exist and goes back to paperwork.

You walk down the hall to the third door, only to find it's full of people who want to become bounty hunters. You quickly learn that you've stumbled into some sort of training seminar. You fill out some forms that prove you have the mental stability to hunt man (you had to fudge a bit on the answers) and then seat yourself for the lecture. The man teaches you the rules behind bounty hunting, basic forensic science, how to fire most standard military-issue weapons, how to pick locks, and a nifty move that immobilizes your prey with only a quick squeeze.

As he wraps up the lecture, he asks, "Does anyone have any questions?"