Albert summons the nerve to go into his boss' office and do what he's been kicking himself to do for so long now... |
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| Sir, I've been wanting to say something to you for a long time now, something that I think you need to hear from me if I ever want to respect myself again... | |
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| Uh-huh. | |
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| Dammit, you NEVER sound interested in what I have to say! You're always so cold to me, so rude, such a prick... I don't usually speak like this, my heart is racing... but sir... you are a world class douche bag. I mean that, and I f#*king QUIT. | |
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| ...oh, hey... what's your name tag say there... Dilbert? Dilbert, sorry, I was just on the phone with a golfing buddy, apparently he broke the shaft on his collector's edition five iron... whacked himself in the knee in the process... anyway... look, I don't know what you're doing in my office, but I'm glad you came by, because I have something very important to tell you: you're fired. | |
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