"NOOOOoOOO00ooOOOOoOOoOOooooooooO00OO."

Pilot stumbled, screeching.

"That's right! Don't come any closer or that's a haircut for you!"

I pressed on.

"CURSE YOU, SCISSOR-HANDS!"

Pilot shrieked, shaking his fist at me, stepping backwards. I couldn't believe my ridiculous strategy was working.

"You'll never be a true citizen of Captania, you accursed jerb-steeling-crabstacean! I'll make sure those papers never make it to captain's desk! It'll be the unemployment office for you, sooner or later!"

"Shoo now. Shooo."

I waved the scissors at Pilot as he retreated into the hallway, stumbling and grumbling how United Postal Service was on his side because his cousin works there.

I figured that Pilot was clearly (and luckily for me) deathly afraid of either scissors or haircuts.Perhaps this was Captain's plan all along, I pondered, staring at the citizenship papers.

Now, if I could just find a pen... and perhaps a paintbrush for these watercolors.

I looked around the Dental office for such.

Green goggles glinted at me from a far off window. Pilot was watching me.

"AHA, PINCER-HAND! You'll never be able to fill thems forms outs!"

He shouted, gleefully.

"Not if I eradicate and harvest all of teh writing supplies in this nation first!"

I cursed, I must have been speaking out loud again... or Pilot was smarter than he looked.

I searched the dental office thoroughly for a pen or pencil. There were none to be found.

"Writing utensils," I thought, "hmmm... where can I find such.... Aha!"

I walked to the western wall and looked out of the broken window, searching for a certain art supplies shop that Captain and I passed on our way to this building.

A most lovely art store...

...It was now on fire.