i'm happy to tell you that you've been accepted for federal service.
looks like you're quite an athlete. boy, look at those reaction stats.
my job is to dertermine what you're best suited for.
sorry, son, no way. your school records say you don't have the math skills.
that rules out the scientific and engineering applications, and i'm afraid we reserve non-military options for candidates who are frankly less able-bodied than you are, son.
it looks like the only thing you're good for is cannon fodder. i'm putting you down for the mobile infantery.