Wham bam get the hell out

That was what my interview was like. They were having a day of interviews and had one scheduled every twenty minutes (I know because I saw the schedule). They asked me eight questions and said "get the hell out". In so many words. So, in short, I don't know what to make of that.

In the meantime, I have no food. I have been too lazy to go to the store. Don't worry, mom, I'm not starving. I've been foraging for nuts and berries. And I killed the neighbor's cat. Well, not really.