My Homestuck days rear their head once more:
“The problem,” Emet-Selch began in a condescending drawl, “is that when the subject of proper romance is broached, your sparing sundered intellects instantly assume the most ingratiating posture of surrender imaginable. But I shall do my best to educate you regardless.”
In which Hythlodaeus is a patent examiner. Probably won’t finish because I don’t actually know anything about patent examining.
Hythlodaeus glowered at the paperwork in front of him. A means for producing energy in perpetuum via means of blah blah blah.
The third one this month! He didn’t even have to read the thing. He grabbed the big rubber stamp that read DENIED and slammed it down onto each page of the patent application.