dilbert: hi, i'm dilbert, and this is my narrator.
dogbert: bob wondered when was the last time dilbert had washed his hands. it was a good question.
bob: what?
dilbert: just ignore the fore-shadowing.
alice: i need a new chair. mine is broken.
the boss: you can use my old chair. i just got a new one.
alice: the chair you sat in every day for the past twelve years?
alice: by now that chair cushion is home to a thriving colony of your cooties.
alice: that chair will be off--gassing you for decades.
alice: i wouldn't touch that thing unless i were wearing a hazmat suit over my other hazmat suit.
alice: i'm breaking into a flop sweat just thinking about it, and i think it's triggering my allergies.
the boss: would you like to borrow my hand-kerchief?
alice is visually in a daze.