…Dogbert says, "You're not working on any of that, so I arranged for the dustbin of history to do curb pickup." Coworker says, "Please! I Twitter!" Garbageman says, "Too little, too late."
Dilbert says, "My company wants to turn my invention into a death ray. How can I stop them from succeeding?" Garbageman says, "There is one natural force that can stop any form of success. It goes by the name..." Dilbert says, "Wally?" Wally says, "How may I be of disservice?"
Asok says, "My nose grows when my co-workers tell lies." Garbageman says, "Does it whistle?" Asok says, "Sometimes, a little bit." Garbageman says, "You're evolving into a corporate whistle-blower." Asok says, "Are you lying?" Garbageman says, "Yeah, I just wanted to see it."
Asok says, "The word on the street is that you can help me get my soul back." Garbageman says, "Souls are totally fungible. Use this shamwow to absorb someone else's soul while you suck on the other end." Asok thinks, "Why does this suddenly seem so wrong?"
…in charge of the legacy systems.'" Dilbert says, "I guess I shouldn't complain. I'm lucky to have a job in this economy." The Garbageman says, "Would a free bag of garbage make you feel better?" Dilbert says, "A little."
Dilbert says, "I created an anti-Dilbert, but I don't know how to prevent him from being annihilated by matter when he leaves the vacuum." The Garbageman says, "If you don't know how to do it, and he's the anti-you, that means he knows how." Anti-Dilbert says, "Matterscreen, SPF 50. Duh."
