dilbert: i can't shake the feeling that you are intentionally doing a bad job training me how to do your job functions.
ted: i'm omitting important steps, so you'll fail hard should i get fired and you are asked to fill in. it's called a "poison pill."
dilbert: you're a good planner.
ted: this data can mean only one thing.
dilbert: actually, it can mean any one of about seventeen things.
ted: then why can i think of only one?
dilbert: please don't make me answer that.
Co-workers around meeting table.
Ted: our pointy-haired boss told us to scrap our prototype and start over from scratch.
dilbert: o was in that meeting and he said nothing like that. maybe we should verify what he wants.
ted: or... we could have a bias for action!
dilbert: we destroyed all of the prototypes you requested.
boss: i never asked for anything remotely like that.
dilbert: ted said you did.
boss: did he tell you that before or after i fired him last week?
dilbert thinking as walking into conference room: oh, no. i'm here too early. there will be chitchat.
dilbert sitting empty conference room: someone is going to bore me to death talking about their diet preferences.
ted: i only eat figs.
dilbert thinking: kill me. kill me. kill me.
boss: get ted's input before you finalize the plan.
dilbert: ted is the dumbest human being in the known universe. his opinion can only make things worse.
boss: that's how we do it here.
dilbert: i didn't realize it was a strategy.
boss in meeting: i'm no expert on blockchain, but i think... we need to get the evm stack on the bytecode so we don't run into a consensus fork.
boss to ted: did that mean anything?
ted: don't ask me. i'm bluffing too.
