>Be a Japanese bureaucrat at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs
>Enjoying the fact that you only have a short 15 hour shift of denying visa and residency applications today
>Golden Week is fast approaching and you're looking forward to doing nothing but watching shitty food culture shows on NHK for a week straight, the height of Japanese culture
>Suddenly, your assistant enters
>"Y-Yamaguchi-san, the next applicant will see you now..."
>She seems nervous? Well she is 27 and unmarried, she's basically worthless to society, no wonder.
>Suddenly, you hear hulking footsteps approaching your office... have your pachinko debts finally caught up with you?
>The door bursts open, and a truly massive woman bends under the door frame, having to keep herself hunched over to not scrape the top of her head on the ceiling
>Good lord, she must be over 5 feet tall...
>Stricken with fear, you can barely move as she opens her mouth, the sound resonating from within so deep you can scarce believe it came from a woman, let alone a human being
>"U-Uh yeah, ya boi came to get all her residency jazz sorted out... ha ha..."
