If one wanted to join his team of number crunchers* one would simply be subjected, via his ungodly contraption, to a succession of phalli of increasing girth until one cried out for mercy at which point he would make his decision.
*a coded reference to anyone prepared to fellate the deplorable old deviant.
'Seems that I was busy doing something close to nothing
But different than the day before'
'Met a dwarf that was no good, dressed like Little Red Riding Hood'
'Now you're unemployed, all non-void
Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd'
It is, I believe, their first port of call
10 characters? Pile of cund.