So, if you're a person, we'll likely get along.
The first job I ever applied for was that of a baker's assistant. When I was 10. I got the job, but he paid me in cupcakes. In high school, I organized a "Calvin Ball" tournament, and everybody won. As a sophomore in college, I posed as a gospel singer in order to earn a way into a Choir that was doing a us tour just to get a free trip to Chicago so that I could comfort my best friend, who was having a hard time in college. The editors of the New Yorker have called me "a strong voice" and someone that they "look forward to reading in the future" in their rejection letters.
I don't always drink beer, but when I do I prefer to have my EpiPen ready, because I'm allergic to wheat.