What crime did you commit to get into Section?
I got caught shoplifting an N'Sync CD.
I killed a guy in a bar fight. He looked at me funny, ya know?
Breaking and entering - into a morgue.
I ran scams on gullible people.
I'd rather not say. Besides, what happens between two (or more) consenting adults shouldn't be a crime anyway!
I hacked into a bank and stole a few mill. I was gonna give it back, I swear!
Stalking. Oh, and extortion, too.
I was framed, I tell you! I'm innocent! Why won't anyone listen to me?

What's your favorite color?
That soothing blue glow my monitor gives off.
Any color that satin sheets come in, baybeeeee!
Deep, blood red. Or pale, lifeless white, depending on my mood.
If I tell you, you'll just use it against me, won't you?
I don't know, something cheery like pink or canary yellow.
Black, black like the shadows I lurk in.
Anything but white, god, why are all the scary places white around here?????
Camouflage.

What's your favorite recreational activity?
Praying that all of this is a nightmare and I will wake up soon.
Embalming my collection of dead, fluffy animals.
Sneaking looks at people's personnel files.
Spreading malicious gossip and laughing when people start to fight.
Watching my collection of amateur porn videos.
Preening in front of my floor-to-ceiling mirrors.
Blowin' shit up.
Sleeping.

What working environment do you like?
Private, because sometimes I get excited, you know what I mean?
Cushy, comfy, and preferably where I can sneak naps.
Loud, raucous, exciting.
Dark, with a plentiful supply of Zesty Ranch Doritos.
Someplace where they don't shoot at me? Is that too much to ask?
Cold, silent, and filled with the smell of formaldehyde.
Quiet, but with lots of that nifty simm equipment for role-playing games.
I can work anywhere you want, sweetcakes!

One of your co-workers pisses you off. What do you do?
Plot my revenge and wait. The waiting is the best part. Heh heh heh.
Seduce him, then critique his poor performance in front of the entire Section.
Figure out what he's most afraid of, then make sure it happens.
Sneak onto the system and reassign him to the Baghdad substation.
Jump him and beat the crap out of the little punk.
Whine and gripe about it to anyone who'll listen.
Splice together surveillance footage of him picking his nose and sneak it into the next briefing.
Go talk to my supervisor. There's got to be a grievance system here, right?

Your supervisor has given you an assignment you don't like. What do you do?
Flatter him shamelessly until he reassigns it to someone who sucks up less.
Explain to him why I can't do it. Surely he'll listen!
Blackmail somebody else into doing it for me.
Do a half-hearted job so they don't give me that kind of work again.
Sleep with him, of course. If he wants more of that action, he'll have to treat me the way I deserve.
I *love* my job. What's not to like?
Just do it and get it over with.
Gulp fearfully and obey. I know what happens if you screw up around here.

You've decorated your quarters with:
Candles, mirrors, and lots and lots of latex.
Nothing. Decorating is for sissies.
Sci-fi movie posters, empty candy wrappers.
Floral prints, stuffed animals, happy stuff.
How am I supposed to decorate? They lock me in this empty cell every night.
TV monitors, everywhere!
Bland landscape prints that reveal nothing about my personality.
Let's just say a few specimens from the lab have gone missing.

Pick a restaurant:
All-you-can eat. The kind that has twenty different desserts. Mmmmmmm, food!
A sidewalk caf�. They're good for people-watching.
Oh, God, anything, so long as they let me out of this place!
I prefer to cook at home. I'm rather good with a paring knife, you know.
That French bistro that has the delectable oysters. Corner table, of course.
Yeah. Like I'd tell you.
No, thanks. The Cheetos under my desk aren't too stale yet.
BBQ. Or a steakhouse. Gotta have that meat.

You make a mistake that causes a mission to fail. What do you do?
Nothing. Sheesh, everybody makes mistakes sometimes!
Blame somebody who got killed; they're not around to deny it after all.
I never make mistakes.
Loudly declare that the real problem was someone else's flawed execution.
Beg for mercy.
Plan my escape, if only I can convince that hot blonde to come with me.
Schedule more plastic surgery. Next time I'll be irresistable!
Apologize and promise to do better from now on. Learning experience, right?

What do you want for your next birthday?
X-ray specs, so I can see through people's clothes.
Please, don't mention birthdays! Aging is a bad word around here.
The latest warezzzzzzz, d00d!
A big, shiny gun, or maybe a grenade-launcher.
Money, so I can get something without letting anybody know my preferences.
I already have everything I could want. Life is good!.
The day off.
To be alive!!!!!!!!!!!!

Which would you rather kill, a monkey or a cat?
The cat. I'm a dog person, you know.
Ohhh, the monkey, it's much more human-like.
Huh?
Can I turn it into a snuff film?
Look, I know there isn't a right or wrong answer, so why should I bother?
Do you rack up more points for killing one or the other?
I'm a lover, not a fighter! But I could break both their hearts if you like.
What kind of a question is this? Who *are* you sick people???