(Warning, dirty joke ahead)

So the manager asked the interviewee, "Why do you think you are qualified to be a pancake chef?"

And the interviewee responded, "Because I beat off, Sir, with such a furor that my wrists and forearms are imbued with such precise muscles as to allow me to remove them from the griddle using a spatula in the perfect way as to not crumble or break them apart."

The manager grinned. "You're hired."