Day 1.

Hiruma stood looking at the drab building around him. He hated this whole thing but it seems that with al the new rules and such he was reduced to standing in the que of a Centerlink. He was still studying… part time that was and his usual blackmail attempts had given him a one way ticket to Australia where he had been dumped out the front of this building and told to get in the line.

40 minutes later and he was still in the line.

Getting rather frustrated he pulled a rather large rifle from hammer space and fired it into the air. Nothing. Not one person looked. Not even the one-eyed security guy that was lounging on a hard plastic chair, watching Kerri-Anne.

Biting his lip he frowned. He had never had a "no reaction" reaction before.

Continuing to stand in the line he popped a bubble in thought.

That didn't work. I mean I know that Australia has a reputation for being lazy and ultra laid back but to not even notice "Cathy" when I fired her?

20 more minutes passed and he finally reached the counter.

"I need ID," drolled the sour looking woman at the counter.

Hiruma produced the paper work.

"You are actually in the wrong que. You need to go to the office upstairs on level one, have them cancel your full-time allowance and then come back down to me."

Frowning Hiruma headed towards the lift.

Upon reaching the second floor he groaned. Another Que.

After another 30 minutes, he reached the counter.

"Ok your student allowance has been cancelled. I have just made you an appointment down stairs to initiate the next set of payments so just head back down and sit and wait for your name to be called out."

By this stage he could feel a thirst coming. His stomach rumbled and his bladder was starting to feel full.

He sat in another black hard plastic chair. Bad 80's television reruns were screening and he could feel himself starting to nod off.

No wonder Australians are lazy. It's not them, its what they air on their TV that makes them do nothing. It saps the energy right out a person.

The clock ticked and another hour crawled past.

This is not right.

Finally he pushed into the front of the line.

"What is going on? I was told to sit her for an appointment. How much longer?"

The woman tapped a few keys.

"Oh sorry but no appointment was scheduled for you at all."

Hiruma grabbed a bazooka from hammer space and shot at the computer.

To his amazement the woman did not even bat an eyelid.

"I will just make one for you now," she said. "Please take a seat."

Frowning and looking at his bazooka confused he sat back down on the hard plastic chair and tried to figure it out.

20 more minutes and finally he was called. It took only 10 minutes to get through the consult.

"Wait for a phone call appointment on Thursday from the Mirrabooka branch and then come back in with all appropriate paperwork," the old man instructed.

Nodding in resignation Hiruma stood and strolled out of the Centerlink.

Well that was rather pointless and a great waste of time. Should have had damned-monkey behind that counter, even that useless ape could do things better. Now where is the nearest toilet?