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Make a fuss. Demand to speak to the owner!
You promised your mom that you'd give the compliance thing a fair shot one day, but man, this experiment is done. You begin emitting a shrill screech that sends Dead Chris Farley and dead other celebrities covering their ears with their hands, then madly scrambling for something more corporeal to cover their ears with. After about a minute, most of them are lying dead -- doubledead? -- on the floor, their brainstuff having leaked out of their ears.Soon thereafter, a man in a three piece suit emerges from the back with an elaborate device attached to his head to cover his ears. As you continue screeching, however, his body starts vibrating more and more violently. "..." he says. Hm? Oh, maybe you just can't hear him over the racket. You stop screeching. "May I help you, Mrs. Khanna?"
"I certainly hope so! If not, I'll tell all my dead celebrity friends that you forced me to murder this entire room."
"That won't be necessary, Mrs. Khanna. What are your demands? Um, I mean, how can we assist you?"
"I just want you to process my paperwork in a timely manner. Honest."
"Um, I'll have a bacon cheeseburger, large chocolate shake, a double order of fries,"