Cinderella paused to say the pledge with Captain Calc, getting choked up for a minute before clearing her throat.
Frightened by his commitment to bureaucracy and aware that Alma was raging at her to attack him and bring down the patriarchy, Cleo yelled, "Do you have the paperwork to fly a spaceship? DO YOU? I couldn't qualify for my driver's license the first thirteen times I took the exman, I mean, exam! The DSV is a million times the punisher! If you don't have the paperwork filed, you-" Cinderella took in a breath to explain the rigors of studying for the DSV's ridiculous test before realizing her ally Pill-OW! was getting pulled into the jaws of gaping doom. "Erfff, do I have to do everything myself?" she whined, unaware that she was only worsening the problem. She shoved Spasticus away before immediately feeling guilty, apologizing, and placing the bowl of mints Alma'd stolen from the convention earlier into his hands. "By the way, if anyone asks, you're still my leverage, understand?"
Alright, Alma, ready to live the dream?
Mah dream, their nightmaur, mucker!
Okay...? Cleo morphed back into Alma, who swung the tiki torch at the paperwork machine munching on Pill-OW!, screaming, "Jist coz th' fire marshal says it's arson doesnae pure techt he's reit! He coods hae bin blooter'd fur aw ye ken. Tak' thes, patriarchy!" Cleo had quickly discovered during her spree as a bartender that Alma was quite fond of fire (in a highly flammable area), which backfired -- quite literally.
Leaving the smoldering machine behind her and morphing back into Cleo midstep, Cinderella ran to Glitch. "Glitch, mate, Alma and I are awfully sorry that Jekyll pounced on you when we first met." Aam nae, Alma commented. Spick fur yerself. "Bureaucracy is already so dysfunctional, do you think you could glitch it to utterly slow to a stop?" As she asked, she had a sinking feeling that this was a bad idea.