Papers, Please: Typographical Errors
Next! Here. Entry permit? Passport. All entrants must provide a valid entry permit. What? Since when? About twenty minutes ago. This is ridiculous. Have passport, am passing. What are you doing, what is there? Big button that calls the guards! Fine! Get entry permit… Great! What? Passport numbers don’t match. It is…typographical error. Ugh! There! It’s fixed! This one is expired. And it says you’re a woman, and is actually just someone else’s passport. Oh! Right. Wrong one. There you go. Unfortunately, we now require a work pass. And some other stuff. This is bureaucratic incompetence. I don’t disagree with you, but you also clearly forged half of these. So… Fine. I’ll do it better. It says you’re here to assassinate someone? Да. Do you have a license? Нет. There. License. Waited at KGB for nine hours. Was better than here. You know, I get paid by the number of people I process, right? I will help, then! Look! I’m in Arstotzka! Job done! Where is red tape now, eh? We are now required to perform a full body scan on any confirmed hitman. Please stand still. This is profiling. Come on, man, I’ve got a family to either feed, keep warm, or buy medicine for. There is everything. Nothing is wrong. Bomb is being shipped UPS, you have to let me through. Best for both of us. *Sigh* There you go! Glory to Arstotzka! Wait, what?!? Issuing city was wrong! You lose! Come on!