Well I know a few people who've become baristas. [ says klaus with some contemplation to the fact. he may or may not be condescending to such a profession, though more accurately to the lack of intellect and ambition it takes to land on such an essential eternity barricaded in the prison of wonderland. there are better things to do with one's time. (it hardly occurs to him he offers no higher contributions here unless you count scheming against their absent wardens and painting in the confines of his room, though it would do little if he did; however, what a digression.)

glancing at his feed, he answers (more) seriously. ] Though most seem to fill the shoes of their prior life's purpose, in one way or another.