One: Read the description page for the character of the Valet. You, applicant, are the "mindless drone" mentioned in sentence three of the first paragraph.

Two: Multiply the "endless repetitive drudgery" indicated in sentence two by eons, ages, and the depths of forever, and you will not come anywhere close to accurately describing the futility of your pending vocation.

And Three: Your personality is not required. You will be assimilated.

The Drones are played by Sean Eustis and Peter Eichman.
 

[The Valet begins to assemble himself, when the doorbell rings. He opens the door and holds it for the Drones - the lowest of the demonic horde, they're the hard laborers of Hell. They're in outfits like moving uniforms or jumpsuits. They're dirty. They're miserable, and their bodies show it. He scowls at them, taps his non-existent watch. They mumble and keep their heads down. They haul in three benches, shaped like trapezoids. They are all exactly alike, painted a mute silver color. The Drones, one on each end, carry in the benches, and place them in a half circle. One of the Drone pairs puts one bench in the wrong place. The Valet snaps his fingers and gestures, and the Drones emotionlessly fixes their mistake, a whole half-inch off. They finish, and leave as drudgingly as they came in. ]