I flipped through the pages.

The questions went on and on and on.

While I was occupied with the questionnaire/scissors, Pilot emerged from a doorway with demands for his job back.

"...IS THAT A CITIZENSHIP APPLICATION?!"

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He screeched. He somehow must have noticed the citizenship papers I'd put down on the table amidst the time-worn "WHITEN YOUR TEETH" brochures.

"Ummm... no."

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The author's tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.

I replied, realizing that if Pilot took the papers away I'd likely never see my gun again.

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Pilot shouted, suddenly lurching forward towards the papers.

"Stay back! These scissors are very sharp!" I cried out.

image [https://rom.ac/img/5rr/5s10.jpg]"I will... uhhh... give you a very bad haircut!"

I sounded like a fool.