Henderson paused. For a second, a flicker of fear—or perhaps just extreme boredom—crossed his face.
Olivia squinted at the label. "Gurgs, the ingredient list just says 'Sugar' and 'Questions.' Also, why is the bottle vibrating?" [S2E3] Form
Henderson’s head snapped up. His eyes sparkled. "With the original staples, Ms. Stone. Difficult to find in this economy." Henderson paused
Ten minutes of "stapler talk" later, the budget cut was reduced to 5%, and the 22-B form was miraculously produced from a locked drawer. "Gurgs, the ingredient list just says 'Sugar' and 'Questions
"Your 'way' involves kittens and sunshine, Abby," Dan drawled, adjusting his silk tie with the practiced precision of a man who spent thirty years dodging subpoenas. "What we need here is a surgical strike. These bureaucrats don't breathe air; they breathe ink and spite. You have to speak their language."
Abby smiled, looking at the approved papers. "Sometimes, Dan, the best way to fight the system is just to know which form to fill out."
Dan leaned over the desk, his shadow falling across Henderson’s precious stamps. "Listen, you paper-pushing gargoyle. We can do this the easy way, where you find a pen that works, or the hard way, where I stay in this office and recount every one of my failed marriages in chronological order. We’re on year three by lunchtime."