Pure space opera Science Fiction short stories.
With no regard for protocol diplomat Retief takes short cuts through red tape to get the required results.
And if his superiors are temporarily annoyed so much the better.
Honorific names
"Well, let us dine," the mighty Flapjack said at last, "we can resolve these matters later.
I am called Hoshick of the Mosaic of the Two Dawns."
"I'm Retief." Hoshick waited expectantly. "... of the Mountain of Red Tape," Retief added.
Government agencies
"I don't appreciate frivolity with reference to this Division," Magnan said testily. "When I first came here, the Manpower Utilization Directorate, Division of Libraries and Education was a shambles. I fancy I've made MUDDLE what it is today.
. . .
Whaffle blinked. "You're the fellow who's filling in for Magnan, over at MUDDLE," he said. "Properly speaking, equipment grants are the sole concern of the Motorized Equipment Depot, Division of Loans and Exchanges." He pursed his lips. "However, I suppose there's no harm in my telling you. They'll be receiving heavy mining equipment."
"Why MUDDLE's interest in MEDDLE's activities?"
. . .
"Speaking of tractors," another man put in, "we over at the Special Committee for Rehabilitation and Overhaul of Underdeveloped Nations' General Economies have been trying for months to get a request for mining equipment for d'Land through MEDDLE-"
"SCROUNGE was late on the scene," Whaffle said. "First come, first served, that's our policy at MEDDLE."
More acronyms
"This group," he glanced at the paper, "known as the Sexual, Cultural and Athletic Recreational Society, or SCARS, for short, has been awaiting sponsorship for a matter of weeks now."
Follow the exploits of a hero who seems simple, but is really fiendishly clever.
Watch out for the subtle humor and the not-so-subtle puns.
Enjoy!