"FWLS10" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

"Yes there is, it's next to the rhinoceros," the clerk said,
pointing in a seemingly random direction.

"You're insane," I confirmed. Pause. "Whatever. Here, I
need this B:767 stroke alpha, Request for a Citizen ID Request
Form, exchanged for a B:767 stroke alpha, Citizen ID Request
Form."

"Normal says they're the same."

"No, they're not. One is a B:767 stroke alpha, Request for
a Citizen ID Request Form, the other a B:767 stroke alpha,
Citizen ID Request Form. It IS your job to know these things."

"Normal says I am KING OF THE UNIVERSE!" the clerk
exclaimed, jumping onto his desk and making beep-beep noises.

"Tell Normal to go exorcise himself, I need this form
exchanged."

"Forms! Forms! Wheeee!" the clerk yelled, pulling a stack
of papers out of his desk and throwing them up into the air,
where they fluttered down in a disorganized clump. "Normal says
your form is in there."

"You idiot, how am I supposed to find it now?" I yelled at
him. "And don't ask Normal!"

"Normal suggests--"

"I don't give a Ytt's ass what Normal suggests."

"--that you get a T:T:W:K:3208 stroke kong, Permission to
ask for a Form Finder Request Form."

I scooped up the whole dejected stack of papers, and glumly
left the office.

*

Transit, turn, turn, run, door. THUMP goes the stack on the
original clerk's desk.

"Your precious form is somewhere in that mess," I said. "I
can sift through them one by one right here, taking up your time
and mine, or we can go by the honor system and assume I'm telling
the the truth. Got it? NOW can I have that ID check?"

The clerk peered solemnly at the stack, frowning. "Very
well. What's the name of the citizen you'd like the ID number