“Yeah, fodder,” the big man said with an accent that Max couldn’t place. “That’s me pear-rentses. Me Mudder and Fodder.”

Chuckles rippled through the crowd until the Voice said, “Excellent. What is your name?”

“Timane,” he said. “But friends call me Inn-dee-struk-tible. ’Cept one weakness.”

“Just one? Very good then. You are hired.”

A now silent crowd waited for the Voice’s next move. Indestructible’s act was hard to follow, but everyone in the crowd believed they had a chance for the second job. Except Max. The Voice began interviewing the other job seekers. Max was eighth in line. He knew he needed to do something quick. He walked over to where the giant was standing.

“Excuse me,” Max said to the giant. “Max is the name. Congratulations on the job.”

“Thank you.” Indestructible smiled. It looked like the rind of half a watermelon.

“I was wondering if you could help me with something,” Max whispered. The giant bent down to hear him. “It’s wrestling.”

“That’s violence. Can’t do that.”

“No, it’s not. I use it to limber up before I show off my talents. Could you help? It’s called the Tumbling Oxen.”

After he’d finished explaining the move, the giant agreed to help. Max looked up at the Voice. He was on his third interviewee. This guy looked tough. Only one hole in his armor.

Max yelled, “Hey!” and then, “Hey!” and one more time, “Hey!” When he was sure he had everyone’s attention, he said, “You can’t call my sister that!”

With a nod from Max, the giant charged. Just as Indestructible leapt, Max braced himself, caught the giant’s back leg and pushed him feet-over-head past him. Indestructible crashed into the dais and lay there as Max had said to.

“You there,” the Voice pinged.

Max turned slowly, looked around at everyone but the Voice, and then gestured to himself. “Me?”

“Yes, you’re next. Up here.”