Pataphysics department

"Pardon?" The fellow wasn't moving to hand over his security card. Pity, that; Mr. Tuttle reached for the intercom that would summon the Pataphysics Department's extremely burly security team. They could just automate it, couldn't they? Maybe with a robot. Give the robot a slot people could drop their security cards into. And maybe a taser, just in case.
----Pata; Meta; Mappa; Metta; Gina