Great, let's rewrite this scene with Pedameo's CYOA tone + descyclopedic dark humor:
Scene: "The Wolf and the Mystical Cyclist"
You strike up a conversation with the shop owner. The guy is a mix of failed surfer, pewter wizard figurine salesman, and now esoteric bicycle guru. He tries to act cool, but he's more desperate than an intern asking for a raise.
Apparently, the stars didn't smile on the previous employees (they probably all fled with tendonitis and debts). Even in winter, the shop is overflowing with work. You're already thinking about which fake resume to send when the crazy guy interrupts you:
"Pick a card from the deck, bro."
You're already on alert: either it's truco, or improvised tarot, or he's going to steal your liver. The guy explains:
"I need to see if you're honest, man. If you'll be good for the store."
You pull a card: the Ten of Swords.
The crazy guy widens his eyes, gives that forced smile of someone who clearly has no idea what it means, and says:
"Oh, yes, yes... that's great. Really good. Good luck, good vibes."
Actually, the Ten of Swords in tarot is the "you died, but you died ugly" card, but the pedal mystic decides to pretend it's a symbol of prosperity because he needs employees more than spiritual coherence.
He starts talking about schedules and benefits (benefit = not firing you before Christmas). You can tell he's desperate. But so are you: after all, even werewolves have to pay rent.
The problem: a bike shop requires mental work. Inventory, computers, mechanical repairs, market research. All of this with your IQ that only turns on streetlights. And then there's the social aspect: occasionally dealing with a client or supplier without howling or biting someone.
In the end, you take their card and promise to call back, like any civilized human being who never actually calls.
Do you want me to continue and turn this into a series of CYOA choices (e.g., come back the next day, make up a resume, or disappear into the woods and forget about the job)?