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| Ok, Toothy. So, what's this emergency meeting about? | |
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| We're starting a movement, Robort. I'm calling it Unoccupy My Dang Cubicle. We're like the middle class of the company here and we're losing everything! Now they've gone and taken my Foreman Grill! | |
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| Hmm, yes. Something about a grilled cheese and anchovie sandwich...I'm suddenly thankful I have no olfactory senses... | |
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| I'm demanding they expense my lunch and gas costs now since I have to eat out. | |
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| I think you're movenment is growing already. Here comes Department 61...with what appears to be rudimentary weapons made from office supplies... and paperclips on their noses. | |
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| HEY it's about time you jerks showed up! No, I didn't know a 3-hole punch could do that and I don't care to see how either. Thanks anyway. | |
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