"You call that a bonus?" Arnold asked.
"Why, yes, we do," Mr. Schlessenberger said. "Here at the Acme Fake Vomit Company, we pride ourselves on the realism of our fake vomit in terms of look, feel, smell, and taste. There's no better fake vomit on the market and I assure you no other company you work for will give you a free bucket of this stuff to take home for your own personal use. It's one of the best perks about working here! So do you want the job or not?"
"I'll take it," Arnold said.
*
Arnold left work early every day for the next two weeks on account of "being sick." He made a whole production of throwing up on the factory floor and Mr. Shchlessenberger had a sneaking suspicion that he was faking it just so he could go home and be lazy, but he couldn't prove anything. The Acme Fake Vomit Company made their product with a little bit too much loving care and attention to detail and it was impossible to distinguish it from the real thing.
*
In the meantime Arnold agreed that being able to lounge around the house in his underwear every afternoon and get paid for his time was indeed one of the best bonuses he'd ever received.
