The Administrator, not to be confused with the dominator, imitator, or the lesser-known escalator, is a peculiar creature often found lurking in bureaucratic jungles, brandishing paperwork like a knight wields a sword. Their natural habitat includes an array of dull, grey cubicles, each meticulously organized to represent their unique ecosystem of rules, regulations, and the dreaded rubber stamps. Administrators are known for their uncanny ability to navigate red tape as if it were their own personal spider-web, crafted from the finest threads of tedium and monotony.
If you ever find yourself wandering the labyrinthine corridors of bureaucracy, it is imperative that you carry a fully charged ballpoint pen - an administrator's favorite snack - and your wits, or at least your half-wits, as both are equally useful in these situations.
Administrators can typically be found behind imposing desks in office environments, or at the galactic DMV - which, coincidentally, is located on the perpetually dim-lit planet of Filium IV.
Avoid making sudden movements or offering creative solutions. Administrators feed on routine and are easily startled by innovation. Also, beware the phrase 'I'm sorry, that's not my department,' - it's their way of teleporting you to the back of the queue.
The average administrator's stomach is an interdimensional portal - that's the only plausible explanation for where all those forms really go.
Tired of filling out forms in triplicate? Try the 'Auto-Admin Automaton'! It fills out, files, and forgets just as well as any administrator in the galaxy!
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