Licensed After Sundown
Shark Clerk
Municipal forms accepted. Loose fingers are not.


Counter Hours
Shark Clerk opens the coral counter at dusk, straightens the bow tie, and sorts every form by how nervous it smells. Applications go beneath the brass slot. Complaints go in the blue tray. Anything marked urgent is inspected twice, slowly, while the teeth remain available for consultation.

Basement Filing
The archive cart squeaks once. Missing folders return before anyone admits they were missing.
Three Approved Errands
Respectability requires rounds. The clerk checks the night deposit, compares every signature with the bite register, and takes one measured break beside the vending machine. Nobody has seen him eat the sandwich. Nobody has asked where the sandwich went.
Final Approval
At closing time, one application remains. Shark Clerk reads every box, tests the staple, and places the page beneath a single ivory tooth. Approval is granted when the paper returns with a neat triangular notch. Rejections are returned untouched. That is how everyone knows they were personal.
Please keep all appendages behind the line.
Filed with professional courtesy.