Hoi, mr. Mundy! why did you suddenly decide to choose this job, how did your parents react at first? Didn't you hunt crocodiles first? Was it difficult to switch from animals to humans?
There'd be an unmistakable squawk of surprise. Followed by the sound of something clattering noisily on a hard floor. Several curses were spouted off just out of range of the microphone to make out but by the sounds of it, the Mr. Mundy in question took a careful breath setting aside whatever he'd dropped and carefully wandering towards the source of the sound. "Forgot th' bloody.. ..Wot was that again.. Oi eh- Oh." Mundy went quiet in thought for a handful of additional seconds, his fingers drummed on his table as he formed his words. "Hell, that's a question... Ehm. Well, they didn't have a clue wot I was up to at first. Didn't tell em... Didn't really plan to if'm bein' completely honest. But, can't really change that. Bettah that they know. Well yeh, oi'm was- am a good hunter. One of the best, if I do say so myself. The switch... I'll keep it simple that, humans aren't too different than animals. There's differences, but.. well they tend to think along th'same principles. It's the mental obstacle that the difficult part comes in. But, oi'll spare yeh those details."
