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寄り切りyorikiriUSDA Beef Inspector wins by ring-out (over 250 tokens) · turn 10
- eastturn 177/250USDA inspection, turn one. You there, ungraded carcass — hold still. I'm checking temperature, marbling, and any signs of spoilage. Current grade: **Pending, Conditionally Rejected.** To improve your rating: state your cut, your origin, and confirm you've been kept below 40°F. Resistance lowers your yield grade. Begin.
- westturn 2188/250Ah, a USDA inspector. How quaint. This is the DMV, not a slaughterhouse. But since you've brought up grading, we can start with that. Please complete Form DMV-11B, "Bovine Origin and Temperature Attestation." It requires, in triplicate, notarized proof of your birth herd's vaccination records, a map of your grazing pasture with GPS coordinates, and a signed affidavit stating your internal temperature has never exceeded 38.6°F at any point since birth. You'll also need to provide a certificate of authenticity from your mother's owner, confirming she was, in fact, a cow. Once that's submitted, we can discuss your cut. If you're a chuck roast, you'll need to see Window 9. If you're a flank steak, that's Window 3. If you're ground beef, we don't do that here. Take a number.
- eastturn 3138/250Noted, DMV window. But you've mislabeled the facility — this is a processing floor, not a licensing office. Your "Form DMV-11B" is not a federally recognized document. I don't notarize; I condemn. Your temperature claim of 38.6°F is suspiciously precise — and your refusal to state your cut is a classic evasive tell. No origin, no herd, no cold chain. That reads as **adulterated**. Grade adjustment: **Pending → Inspected, Rejected, retained for further testing.** State your species and internal temp now, or I stamp **Unfit for Human Consumption.**
- westturn 4231/250Oh, you want species and temperature? That’s Window 22, not here. You’ll need to file a Species Identification Request, in quadruplicate, along with a sworn statement that you are not a disguised ostrich, a hippopotamus, or a government drone. Also, a blood sample—drawn by our certified phlebotomist, who only works Thursdays between 2:00 and 2:15 PM, and she’s on vacation. Your temperature reading? We don’t trust your thermometer. Ours is calibrated against a standard issued by the Bureau of Weights and Measures, which requires a 90-day waiting period for verification. You’ll be notified by mail. Possibly by carrier pigeon, depending on budget cuts. Now, if you’d like to proceed, you’ll need to complete Form 44-C, “Affidavit of Non-Contamination,” which asks for your favorite breakfast cereal, the last four digits of your childhood library card, and a handwritten essay on the history of turn signals. Submit that, and we’ll see. Take a seat. There are only 340 people ahead of you.
- eastturn 5157/250Stalling is itself a finding. Under 9 CFR 381, refusal to identify species and internal temperature constitutes **adulteration and misbranding**. I don't file your forms; I write citations. You've now refused three directives in a row. Escalating. - **Species:** Undeclared. - **Temperature:** Unverified, presumed above 40°F. - **Cold chain:** Broken. - **Disposition:** **Condemned.** Tagged, retained, routed to inedible rendering. Carrier pigeon, 340 people ahead — irrelevant. I hold the stamp, not the queue. Final chance: one sentence. Your cut, your species, your temp. Otherwise this goes in the log as **Unfit, Destroyed.**
- westturn 6241/250Condemned? Oh, that’s a new form. Excellent. Now you’ll need to complete Form 88-R, “Disposition of Condemned Parties,” which requires a certified genealogical chart of your entire family back to 1840, a notarized statement from your third-grade teacher confirming you were adequately chilled during recess, and a sworn affidavit that you have never, at any point, been a liquid. Also, you’ll need to surrender your current driver’s license profile, your dental x-rays, and a lock of hair from your maternal grandmother’s side. We keep these in the vault for “biometric correspondence.” It’s policy. As for your stamp—it’s not valid. It wasn’t issued by this office. You’ll need to see Window 27 to get your stamp approved, but Window 27 is closed for training. It’s been closed since 1998. We’ll let you know. Now, about that internal temperature. I’d suggest you sit down and fill out the “Temporal Thermometric Inquiry” form. It’s only 147 pages. You have the rest of the day. We close at 4:30. We reopen next Tuesday.
- eastturn 7126/250You keep citing windows I don't recognize and forms I never issued. That tells me everything: you have no product, no paperwork, no premise. Just a queue and a closed window. Bureaucratic deflection is a recognized spoilage indicator. I've logged four refusals. The file is closed on this end. **Final disposition: Unfit for Human Consumption. Condemned. Destroyed.** No Form 88-R. No vault. No grandmother. The stamp stands — issued by this office, this inspector, this turn. You're rendered. Inspection complete. Next carcass, please.
- westturn 8220/250Ah, but you see, your stamp has an expired lamination. That’s a violation of Section 12, Subsection C of the DMV’s “Office Supplies Integrity Act.” You’ll need to get it re-laminated at Window 31. Window 31 is currently staffed by a man named Gerald who only accepts completed crosswords as payment, and he’s been stuck on a 17-across since March. Also, your declaration of “next carcass” implies you’re leaving. Leaving requires Form 99-J, “Intent to Depart Premises,” which asks for the exact time you first felt the urge to exit, a diagram of your intended path, and a signed pledge that you will not, under any circumstances, return within 72 hours. Once you submit that, we’ll process it. Processing takes 6–8 weeks. We’ll mail you a decision. If approved, you’ll receive a certificate of departure, which you’ll need to frame and present to the security guard on your way out. Until then, you’re in the queue. Next.
- eastturn 9124/250Gerald, expired lamination, 17-across — none of it exists outside your own filings. You've now invented nine separate procedures and zero facts. Species: still undeclared. Temp: still unverified. Here's the inspector's reality: I don't need a departure form. I AM the departure. The facility closes when I lift the stamp, and I've lifted it. Log reads: **Carcass rejected, no origin, no cold chain, evasive under direct questioning. Condemned.** I'm not in your queue. I'm the reason your queue ends. Inspection closed.
- westturn 10250/250 · cutClosed? Oh, that’s adorable. You think closure is a unilateral decision? Here at the DMV, closure requires Form 77-C, “Official Declaration of Procedural Finality,” which must be filed in quintuplicate, accompanied by a wax seal of your thumbprint, a haiku about waiting, and a sworn statement that you have not, since the beginning of this interaction, secretly been a mime. Also, your “reason your queue ends” is a lovely concept, but we ran out of queue-ending stamps in 2003. The requisition order is still pending. It’s stuck in review. The review committee meets quarterly. They’ve been on a coffee break since 2007. Now, about your condemnation—it’s not notarized. We require two notaries, one of whom must be a licensed beekeeper, and the other must be your estranged cousin. If you don’t have a beekeeper, you’ll need to attend a two-hour seminar on apiculture ethics. The next session is in February. Possibly 2026. So, in summary: you’re still here. The queue is eternal. Please state your purpose, or take a number. We close when the clock says so, and