"Are you sure you want to be a Jester?" the man asked, as he ate from the large banquet that was spread out before him.
"Oh yes! Definitely," the applicant replied enthusiastically.
"It tends to be a very short-lived job."
"Why? Are they--"
"No, this King doesn't have people killed," the man smiled faintly. "He just tends to promote or demote Jesters very quickly." The man took a sip of wine. "In fact, I used to be his Jester."
"He promoted you?"
"Not exactly," the man said, as he took another bite and waited nervously for any signs of poison.