ALL DELIVERIES TO THE OORT CLOUD ARE CANCELLED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE!
Except the delivery of my nuclear boot into their back side.
Far too many people are actually completing the damn thing, which clearly shows an insufficient level of inebriation. N00bs!![]()
I....Ish... What? Oh... the... ...right... wheresh muh p....pen? Whassat fir....firsht qu...qu... number wun... *hic*
*squints* "Name"? I know my *hic* name! Ifffit... doe...doeshnot know that I... Thish issa shtupid paper! BAH! *Julissa Silver throws down the application form in drunken disgust and promptly falls asleep on the desk.*[/i]
THAT is a real-life transcript of how I got in.
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