Ink Pen by Phil Dunlap for April 03, 2006

Transcript:

Fritz: Bixby, get out of the garbage. Bixby: I'm a rat. I like garbage. Fritz: You're the public face of this company. I can't have you at the front desk smelling like trash! Bixby: Fritz, I work with the unemployed! I have to smell like this to drown out the overwhelming stench of despair! Fritz: "Stench of despair"? Bixby: Like a tear-soaked bathrobe filled with Cheez Whiz. Just plain awful...