How to be funny in a job interview

###"Want to hear a joke about ghosts?"

"Hang on, I was trying to remember the name of that book about the Hadfield-Spears ambulance unit during WWII"

#"That's the Spearette."
Homophones are impervious to spelling-nazis. When speaking, I'll say things like "thanks, you to" when I really wanna fuck with someone.Want to here a joke about ghosts?

No I was just thinking about the plane that flew Lindbergh across the Atlantic.
Idk... Can you attain the job immediately at an interview? If the answer is yes than surely the inverse may also be true. If the interview goes perfectly and they give you the job on the spot and you make a bad ghost joke, you could hypothetically lose the job at an interview.
That's the Spirit.... of St. Louis.That is the spirit.
Truly any situation will do.

A: do you want to hear a joke about ghosts?

B: What in Davy Jones' locker did ye just bark at me, ye scurvy bilgerat? I'll have ye know I be the meanest cutthroat on the seven seas, and I've led numerous raids on fishing villages, and raped over 300 wenches. I be trained in hit-and-run pillaging and be the deadliest with a pistol of all the captains on the high seas. Ye be nothing to me but another source o' swag. I'll have yer guts for garters and keel haul ye like never been done before, hear me true. You think ye can hide behind your newfangled computing device? Think twice on that, scallywag. As we parley I be contacting my secret network o' pirates across the sea and yer port is being tracked right now so ye better prepare for the typhoon, weevil. The kind o' monsoon that'll wipe ye off the map. You're sharkbait, fool. I can sail anywhere, in any waters, and can kill ye in o'er seven hundred ways, and that be just with me hook and fist. Not only do I be top o' the line with a cutlass, but I have an entire pirate fleet at my beck and call and I'll damned sure use it all to wipe yer arse off o' the world, ye dog. If only ye had had the foresight to know what devilish wrath your jibe was about to incur, ye might have belayed the comment. But ye couldn't, ye didn't, and now ye'll pay the ultimate toll, you buffoon. I'll shit fury all over ye and ye'll drown in the depths o' it. You're fish food now, lad.
I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Wolf School, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret Gwent tournaments, and I have over 300 confirmed monster contracts. I am trained in rolling around and I’m the top swordsman in the entire Witcher Caste. You are nothing to me but just another Witcher Contract. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me on Bounty Boards? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across Temeria and your medallion is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, Foglet. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, Drowner. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my dynamic beard growth. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Witcher Schools and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little Botchling. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn Chort. I will shit Igni all over you and you will burn in it. You’re fucking dead, Cockatrice."

A: Fancy some Gwent?

A: That's the spirit