here is a small excerpt about getting off the plane in AU. Given, to you here just so you kids know that i’m not just ignoring you:

The line was long, I was standing behind an Asian lady holding the paperwork they gave me on the flight to fill out, in order to move people through customs expeditiously. At this point I vaguely remember half reading the card as I filled it out during a particularly bumpy portion of the flight. Looking at it now, in line, I felt it was not the best representation of my penmanship. Actually, it was quite illegible. I had convinced myself on the flight that the card was actually a clever legal loophole designed solely so that the government could deport any person they want on the grounds that the card was not properly filled out. It was actually impossible to fill it out correctly. I remember thinking this, in between thoughts of what if rabbits could eat cane toads, on the plane. The card also offended my delicate human right to visit farms in foreign lands. In short, I did not take it too seriously.
The card has a place for occupation and other conspiracy laden questions. I didn’t remember it, but according to the reptile that filled out the card, (I’m guessing from the penmanship that the culprit was reptilian), I was a hydro-geologist. Ok I’m next. I’ve just got to play this thing cool, oh I should have mentioned earlier that I was smuggling cookies from a … AND THATS WHERE THE PAGE ENDS. I KNOW I need a lot of work but its coming along. .