The absolute worst thing about accepting a job at a bank was that it was absolutely required that Robert wear - not only a shirt but - a real, full suit. He came in already itching, walking funny as he tried to fight the urge to rip his shirt and jacket off and rub his entire body all over the floor.

The bank was fancy, for lack of a better term, and he did not belong. Even dressed as well as he was, he knew he did not belong. Still, he sat down and took the job requested of him, which was probably the worst job ever to give to a man like Robert. Loan shark.

He was supposed to convince people to pay up money? WITHOUT the use of his fists or intimidating screams? Was that even POSSIBLE?

His only client ended up being two clients - twins, in fact. He stared at them for a moment, confused as to why he felt like this was an important facet of the task - and then attempted to try and convince them to pay their debt off. They kept cutting him off, managing to finish one anothers sentences and distract him thoroughly as he had a tough time following the conversation. He stops them from talking completely, and tries to dominate the conversation with his own words. That way, they never had a chance to talk. And it works! - Somewhat. They're so tired of listening to him talk, that they end up agreeing to pay the debt, just so they can leave. Success!