When he had finished filling in the (not insignificant) questionaire, Donovan walked back into the office and placed the pile of papers on the Commissar's desk. He stepped back, and said that he would be waiting outside for a reply. With that, he turned and and returned to the waiting room, where several other applicants were now desperately filling in forms as if their lives depended on the answers that they gave.
"Well," he thought, "if the Coalition is as good at fighting as it is at generating paperwork, the revolution will be over successful very soon."
