"Excuse me Mr. state torturer, do you mind if I make a phone call while you burn my feet with a cigarette lighter for fun? I know, I know that I don't have a credit card, and don't have the money anymore to buy a plane ticket anyway as you took it all when you burned down my house, but I'm sure I'll get the asylum seeker discount offer if I get the right voucher code. Yeah yeah yeah, and I may not have any documents as you've either confiscated them or they went up in my house fire... or I never needed them in the first place until you lot took over, but that won't matter because the same state sanctioned operatives who want to humiliate me and anally rape me to bring me down and crush my soul will wave me through the borders onto the aircraft. Anyway, carry on now with the burning."