The end may be nigh, but for me, it's just more paperwork...
—Gilbert Alexander, Bioshock 2
"[...] I am sacrificing lives every minute trying to steer one of these things clear of population centers and now there are two more on the way!"
— Admiral William Stenz, Godzilla (2014)
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, The Mad Scientists' Club
"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, Monster Musume
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 Judiciar-Prelates and Titheproctor Superians. Only a few hours sleep is permitted each night, and even that is plagued by the grind of constant industry, for the 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.
— Warhammer 40,000: 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, but he has to fill in his little boxes in his ledger or the lord will get cross.
—Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay: Denizens Of The Empire
