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One of the helmeted men marches over to you, boots marching in swampy rhythm. From an unseen flap in his coat, he pulls out a small sheet of paperwork for you to fill out. A pen- luckily, thank goodness these men have some manners- has been provided for you. At the top is a large, almost unprofessionally bolded and underlined space for you to fill in your name. These inspectors- if they even are such things- are quite strange. How do you fill out the paper?
>Be professional. Write Boromir.
>Screw these guys. Write the word “flatulence.”
