Permit A-38

"Hmm... are you sure about that?", Rán asked the uniformed officer before her, putting up her best confused face.

"Yes Ma'am. There's no permit A-38."

"But this has to be a mistake! I filled out all the forms for it, see?"

She dumped a huge pile of papers on the desk, covered with all kinds of stamps and seals.

"Ma'am-"

"I really need the permit, and I was told that this is the place to turn in the form," Rán complained.

"I never heard of it!", the officer exclaimed, clearly confused. Ran's plan was working.

"Permit A38 can only be issued through the military, and is required to be carried by civilians within the newly acquired territory of the Blighted Wilds", she quoted an entirely fictional regulation, adding in additional paragraphs and further regulations for a better effect. The confusion on the official's face slowly grew into mild panic.

"Would... would you mind waiting outside? I need to make a call", they eventually answered.

"Don't you believe me? I went through all this trouble, and now you don't believe me? Don't you know your own rules?" Rán shouted angrily.

"I-", the officer began.

"FINE, but I will make a formal complaint to your superior!" Rán stormed out of the room and slammed the door. She left the building still yelling how unbelievable this situation was.

Sedna was waiting for her outside.

"Did it work?", she asked. Rán smiled at her.

"Let me repeat this a few more times, and it will. Bureaucracy is the best weapon to paralyze anything."