"... If sir would care to fill out the Ghastly Death-Dealing Ancient Laser Weapon As Hand Luggage section on form 15b, just here, we're sure we can get you to where you need to be very promptly. Just so long as it's far, far away from our starport. And staff. And loved ones. No, I can't smell burning hair, Perkins, why would you even ask that?"---
"She's old, she's lame, she's barren too, // "She's not worth feed or hay, // "But I'll give her this," - he blew smoke at me - // "She was something in her day." -- Garnet Rogers, Small Victory
FiMFiction.net: we might accept blatant porn involving the cast of My Little Pony but as God is my witness we have standards.
There is a certain type of person who will, with a minimum of both fuss and brainpower, simply sit behind a desk and withstand any and all violence upon their person purely because they know themselves to be right; they've got the forms to prove it and everything. I believe they congregate in the DMV in the US, but over here they're mostly in JobCentres, buildings for receiving unemployment benefit clad mostly in a jaunty, faintly condescending irony.