The form only had five questions, but the customer wasn't happy with that and was busily scribbling more questions that he assumed were left out by mistake.
Favorite color: Purple.
Favorite Pet: Goldfish
Favorite Fish: Pet
Favorite Beverage: Watermelon Tea
Favorite Game: Rock, Paper, Scissors
Least Fav-
"Hey! I was writing on that!" Iggton complained as the registration manager snatched the license application form out from under his pen.
"That's quite enough information, Mr.Oddles." The unhealthily skinny registrar said with a glare.
"Whatever bony fingered dude..."
"What did you call me?
"Huh? I didn't say nuffin'..." Iggton made sure no one was behind him then mumbled under his breath, "...skeleton man."
The registrar fumed. "Alright, that's it! If you want your piloting license you better stop insulting the guy who's recording your info or he may make a mistake!"
Iggton glared around the room.
"Where's "the guy who's recording my info" at? I'm gonna teach him to tamper with my papers! No one prevents me from flying! I want to see space, and it's gonna' h-"
"I'M THE PERSON RECORDING YOUR INFORMATION YOU FOOLISH IMBECILE!!"
Needless to say, the registrar was angry.
Iggton stared at the ground. "Oh..."
A few minutes of silence passed by as the registrar typed on his Datapad.
*whistle*
"Please stop whistling, Mr.Oddles."
"Fine..."
A few more minutes pass by.
Suddenly Iggton realized something. Lightbulb!
"Sir?" Iggton asked.
The registrar sighed. "Yes, Mr.Oddles? What is it now?"
Iggy puffed up his chest and boldly stated.
"Foolish imbecile is a double negative. You should probably remember that, just wanted to tell you so someone else didn't."
The registrar started at Iggton with a blank, far off look for what seemed like an eternity.
"Mr.Oddles..."
"Yes, info person?"
"Mr.Oddles-"
"You already said that..."
"I know! Let me finish!"
"Mr.Oddles - don't talk! - it is not a double negative, a double negative is where-"
"Yea it is..."
The registrar's neutral expression started to fail him.
"It is not!*sputter*"
"Yeah huh..."
"Yes, Mr.Oddles, it is NOT!!"
"You messed up, just admit it. It is to a double negative."
Iggton stared in awe at the registrar.
"Woah...uh...bad grammar guy?"
"What!?" The skinny man snapped.
"Your mouth is all foamy..."
The registrar's blank expression slowly dissolved into a red, glaring heap of fury as he spluttered barely-coherent words that could be described as being "anger incarnate".
"GAH! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! TAKE YOUR STUPID LICENSE YOU ROCK BRAINED DEMON OF THE ABYSS!"
The registrar frantically shoved Iggton's new license into his hands and slammed shut the sliding glass window of the booth.
"Oh! Cool! Thank you Mr.Bones, you won't regret it!"
Though behind double-paned glass, the registrar's voice was easily audible.
"Please! Allow me the little sanity i have left and GET OUT OF MY LICENSING ESTABLISHMENT!"
Iggton was confused.
"Can i give ya a thank you hug?"
"NOW!!!"
Iggton shrugged and walked out of the office, grinning like a toddler in a candy store on his birthday.