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->''"I have a lot of different jobs. Looking for home stays, working as the extra-species exchange ministry's gun...er, as security and surveillance, putting new experiments into practice...but I never get a raise for it. So I'm not gonna deal with this! Illegal entry? New species? Not my job! That's why I won't define 'slime' as extra-species!"''
-->--'''Ms. Smith''', ''Manga/MonsterMusume''
-->--'''Ms. Smith''', ''Manga/MonsterMusume''
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->His local lord also insisted that Prester would make a wonderful tax collector, and he did indeed. His lord was also correct in his insistence that Prester would make a wonderful sheriff as well, and now Prester is in charge of a whole shire. Which would be wonderful if Prester didn’t hate his job. Mathematically, he understands that taxes are important, but he hates having to ask people for them, especially when they cry, or gnash their teeth, or wail that there will now be no food for little Johann. He’d love to help, he really would, [[JustFollowingOrders but he has to fill in his little boxes in his ledger or the lord will get cross]].
-->--''TabletopGame/WarhammerFantasyRoleplay: Denizens Of The Empire''
->In the hab-complexes of the civilized worlds, the shuffle of sore-ravaged feet and the scratch of thermoquil upon velum is punctuated by the thunder of distant war. Hunchbacked factorums and aged lickspittles slave endlessly under the unforgiving vigilance of [[BadBoss Judiciar-Prelates and Titheproctor Superians]]. Only a few hours sleep is permitted each night, and even that is plagued by [[HellIsThatNoise the grind of constant industry]], for the [[ForeverWar incessant wars of the Imperium]] demand a heavy price. Drooling Ideosavants trade gibberish with Pedanticum, Dataslave and Stasis Clerk in a babel tongue which none can truly understand. Even death is no escape; the remains of the faithful are reincarnated as servo-skulls so that they might serve the Imperium for all eternity.
-->-- ''TabletopGame/Warhammer40000: Codex - Rulebook (5th ed)''
-->--''TabletopGame/WarhammerFantasyRoleplay: Denizens Of The Empire''
->In the hab-complexes of the civilized worlds, the shuffle of sore-ravaged feet and the scratch of thermoquil upon velum is punctuated by the thunder of distant war. Hunchbacked factorums and aged lickspittles slave endlessly under the unforgiving vigilance of [[BadBoss Judiciar-Prelates and Titheproctor Superians]]. Only a few hours sleep is permitted each night, and even that is plagued by [[HellIsThatNoise the grind of constant industry]], for the [[ForeverWar incessant wars of the Imperium]] demand a heavy price. Drooling Ideosavants trade gibberish with Pedanticum, Dataslave and Stasis Clerk in a babel tongue which none can truly understand. Even death is no escape; the remains of the faithful are reincarnated as servo-skulls so that they might serve the Imperium for all eternity.
-->-- ''TabletopGame/Warhammer40000: Codex - Rulebook (5th ed)''
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-->--''TabletopGame/WarhammerFantasyRoleplay: Denizens Of The Empire''
->In the hab-complexes of the civilized worlds, the shuffle of sore-ravaged feet and the scratch of thermoquil upon velum is punctuated by the thunder of distant war. Hunchbacked factorums and aged lickspittles slave endlessly under the unforgiving vigilance of [[BadBoss Judiciar-Prelates and Titheproctor Superians]]. Only a few hours sleep is permitted each night, and even that is plagued by [[HellIsThatNoise the grind of constant industry]], for the [[ForeverWar incessant wars of the Imperium]] demand a heavy price. Drooling Ideosavants trade gibberish with Pedanticum, Dataslave and Stasis Clerk in a babel tongue which none can truly understand. Even death is no escape; the remains of the faithful are reincarnated as servo-skulls so that they might serve the Imperium for all eternity.
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-->--'''Councilman Brown,''' ''Literature/TheMadScientistsClub''
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-->--'''Councilman Brown,''' ''Literature/TheMadScientistsClub''''Literature/TheMadScientistsClub''
->''"I have a lot of different jobs. Looking for home stays, working as the extra-species exchange ministry's gun...er, as security and surveillance, putting new experiments into practice...but I never get a raise for it. So I'm not gonna deal with this! Illegal entry? New species? Not my job! That's why I won't define 'slime' as extra-species!"''
-->--'''Ms. Smith''', ''Manga/MonsterMusume''
->In the hab-complexes of the civilized worlds, the shuffle of sore-ravaged feet and the scratch of thermoquil upon velum is punctuated by the thunder of distant war. Hunchbacked factorums and aged lickspittles slave endlessly under the unforgiving vigilance of [[BadBoss Judiciar-Prelates and Titheproctor Superians]]. Only a few hours sleep is permitted each night, and even that is plagued by [[HellIsThatNoise the grind of constant industry]], for the [[ForeverWar incessant wars of the Imperium]] demand a heavy price. Drooling Ideosavants trade gibberish with Pedanticum, Dataslave and Stasis Clerk in a babel tongue which none can truly understand. Even death is no escape; the remains of the faithful are reincarnated as servo-skulls so that they might serve the Imperium for all eternity.
-->-- ''TabletopGame/Warhammer40000: Codex - Rulebook (5th ed)''
->His local lord also insisted that Prester would make a wonderful tax collector, and he did indeed. His lord was also correct in his insistence that Prester would make a wonderful sheriff as well, and now Prester is in charge of a whole shire. Which would be wonderful if Prester didn’t hate his job. Mathematically, he understands that taxes are important, but he hates having to ask people for them, especially when they cry, or gnash their teeth, or wail that there will now be no food for little Johann. He’d love to help, he really would, [[JustFollowingOrders but he has to fill in his little boxes in his ledger or the lord will get cross]].
-->--''TabletopGame/WarhammerFantasyRoleplay: Denizens Of The Empire''
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->''"I have a lot of different jobs. Looking for home stays, working as the extra-species exchange ministry's gun...er, as security and surveillance, putting new experiments into practice...but I never get a raise for it. So I'm not gonna deal with this! Illegal entry? New species? Not my job! That's why I won't define 'slime' as extra-species!"''
-->--'''Ms. Smith''', ''Manga/MonsterMusume''
->In the hab-complexes of the civilized worlds, the shuffle of sore-ravaged feet and the scratch of thermoquil upon velum is punctuated by the thunder of distant war. Hunchbacked factorums and aged lickspittles slave endlessly under the unforgiving vigilance of [[BadBoss Judiciar-Prelates and Titheproctor Superians]]. Only a few hours sleep is permitted each night, and even that is plagued by [[HellIsThatNoise the grind of constant industry]], for the [[ForeverWar incessant wars of the Imperium]] demand a heavy price. Drooling Ideosavants trade gibberish with Pedanticum, Dataslave and Stasis Clerk in a babel tongue which none can truly understand. Even death is no escape; the remains of the faithful are reincarnated as servo-skulls so that they might serve the Imperium for all eternity.
-->-- ''TabletopGame/Warhammer40000: Codex - Rulebook (5th ed)''
->His local lord also insisted that Prester would make a wonderful tax collector, and he did indeed. His lord was also correct in his insistence that Prester would make a wonderful sheriff as well, and now Prester is in charge of a whole shire. Which would be wonderful if Prester didn’t hate his job. Mathematically, he understands that taxes are important, but he hates having to ask people for them, especially when they cry, or gnash their teeth, or wail that there will now be no food for little Johann. He’d love to help, he really would, [[JustFollowingOrders but he has to fill in his little boxes in his ledger or the lord will get cross]].
-->--''TabletopGame/WarhammerFantasyRoleplay: Denizens Of The Empire''
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->[[DyingTown The end may be nigh]], but for me, it's just more paperwork...
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-> The townsfolk are bangin’ Colonel Marsh on the head, the newspapers are bangin’ him on the head, and now half the big shots in Washington are bangin’ him on the head. He’s been banged on the head so much I bet it hurts to get a haircut.
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-> The ''The townsfolk are bangin’ Colonel Marsh on the head, the newspapers are bangin’ him on the head, and now half the big shots in Washington are bangin’ him on the head. He’s been banged on the head so much I bet it hurts to get a haircut.''
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--> The townsfolk are bangin’ [[Colonel Marsh]] on the head, the newspapers are bangin’ him on the head, and now half the big shots in Washington are bangin’ him on the head. He’s been banged on the head so much I bet it hurts to get a haircut.
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-->--'''Ms. Smith''', ''Manga/DailyLifeWithMonsterGirl''
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-->--'''Ms. Smith''', ''Manga/DailyLifeWithMonsterGirl''
''Manga/MonsterMusume''
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--> '''Councilman Brown:''' The townsfolk are bangin’ [[Colonel Marsh]] on the head, the newspapers are bangin’ him on the head, and now half the big shots in Washington are bangin’ him on the head. He’s been banged on the head so much I bet it hurts to get a haircut.
-->-- ''Literature/TheMadScientistsClub''
-->-- ''Literature/TheMadScientistsClub''
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--> '''Councilman Brown:''' The townsfolk are bangin’ [[Colonel Marsh]] on the head, the newspapers are bangin’ him on the head, and now half the big shots in Washington are bangin’ him on the head. He’s been banged on the head so much I bet it hurts to get a haircut.
-->-- -->--'''Councilman Brown,''' ''Literature/TheMadScientistsClub''
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-->-- ''TabletopGame/Warhammer40000: Codex - Rulebook (5th ed)''
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-->-- ''TabletopGame/Warhammer40000: Codex - Rulebook (5th ed)''ed)''
--> '''Councilman Brown:''' The townsfolk are bangin’ [[Colonel Marsh]] on the head, the newspapers are bangin’ him on the head, and now half the big shots in Washington are bangin’ him on the head. He’s been banged on the head so much I bet it hurts to get a haircut.
-->-- ''Literature/TheMadScientistsClub''
--> '''Councilman Brown:''' The townsfolk are bangin’ [[Colonel Marsh]] on the head, the newspapers are bangin’ him on the head, and now half the big shots in Washington are bangin’ him on the head. He’s been banged on the head so much I bet it hurts to get a haircut.
-->-- ''Literature/TheMadScientistsClub''
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-->--''TabletopGame/WarhammerFantasyRoleplay: Denizens Of The Empire''
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-->--''TabletopGame/WarhammerFantasyRoleplay: Denizens Of The Empire''Empire''
->In the hab-complexes of the civilized worlds, the shuffle of sore-ravaged feet and the scratch of thermoquil upon velum is punctuated by the thunder of distant war. Hunchbacked factorums and aged lickspittles slave endlessly under the unforgiving vigilance of [[BadBoss Judiciar-Prelates and Titheproctor Superians]]. Only a few hours sleep is permitted each night, and even that is plagued by [[HellIsThatNoise the grind of constant industry]], for the [[ForeverWar incessant wars of the Imperium]] demand a heavy price. Drooling Ideosavants trade gibberish with Pedanticum, Dataslave and Stasis Clerk in a babel tongue which none can truly understand. Even death is no escape; the remains of the faithful are reincarnated as servo-skulls so that they might serve the Imperium for all eternity.
-->-- ''TabletopGame/Warhammer40000: Codex - Rulebook (5th ed)''
->In the hab-complexes of the civilized worlds, the shuffle of sore-ravaged feet and the scratch of thermoquil upon velum is punctuated by the thunder of distant war. Hunchbacked factorums and aged lickspittles slave endlessly under the unforgiving vigilance of [[BadBoss Judiciar-Prelates and Titheproctor Superians]]. Only a few hours sleep is permitted each night, and even that is plagued by [[HellIsThatNoise the grind of constant industry]], for the [[ForeverWar incessant wars of the Imperium]] demand a heavy price. Drooling Ideosavants trade gibberish with Pedanticum, Dataslave and Stasis Clerk in a babel tongue which none can truly understand. Even death is no escape; the remains of the faithful are reincarnated as servo-skulls so that they might serve the Imperium for all eternity.
-->-- ''TabletopGame/Warhammer40000: Codex - Rulebook (5th ed)''
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-->--'''Gilbert Alexander,''' ''VideoGame/Bioshock2''
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-->--'''Gilbert Alexander,''' ''VideoGame/Bioshock2''''VideoGame/Bioshock2''
->His local lord also insisted that Prester would make a wonderful tax collector, and he did indeed. His lord was also correct in his insistence that Prester would make a wonderful sheriff as well, and now Prester is in charge of a whole shire. Which would be wonderful if Prester didn’t hate his job. Mathematically, he understands that taxes are important, but he hates having to ask people for them, especially when they cry, or gnash their teeth, or wail that there will now be no food for little Johann. He’d love to help, he really would, [[JustFollowingOrders but he has to fill in his little boxes in his ledger or the lord will get cross]].
-->--''TabletopGame/WarhammerFantasyRoleplay: Denizens Of The Empire''
->His local lord also insisted that Prester would make a wonderful tax collector, and he did indeed. His lord was also correct in his insistence that Prester would make a wonderful sheriff as well, and now Prester is in charge of a whole shire. Which would be wonderful if Prester didn’t hate his job. Mathematically, he understands that taxes are important, but he hates having to ask people for them, especially when they cry, or gnash their teeth, or wail that there will now be no food for little Johann. He’d love to help, he really would, [[JustFollowingOrders but he has to fill in his little boxes in his ledger or the lord will get cross]].
-->--''TabletopGame/WarhammerFantasyRoleplay: Denizens Of The Empire''
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-->--'''Ms. Smith''', ''Manga/DailyLifeWithMonsterGirl''
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-->--'''Ms. Smith''', ''Manga/DailyLifeWithMonsterGirl''''Manga/DailyLifeWithMonsterGirl''
->[[DyingTown The end may be nigh]], but for me, it's just more paperwork...
-->--'''Gilbert Alexander,''' ''VideoGame/Bioshock2''
->[[DyingTown The end may be nigh]], but for me, it's just more paperwork...
-->--'''Gilbert Alexander,''' ''VideoGame/Bioshock2''
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->''"I have a lot of different jobs. Looking for home stays, working as the extra-species exchange ministry's gun...er, as security and surveillance, putting new experiments into practice...but I never get a raise for it. So I'm not gonna deal with this! Illegal entry? New species? Not my job! That's why I won't define 'slime' as extra-species!"''
-->--'''Ms. Smith''', ''Manga/DailyLifeWithMonsterGirl''
-->--'''Ms. Smith''', ''Manga/DailyLifeWithMonsterGirl''
