Dilbert gets sucked into his computer.
Dilbert: You.. You're a microchip...
Michael: I am. C'mon in and have some coffee.
Dilbert: Chips drink coffee?
Michael: Gallons. It keeps us fast.
Dilbert: Doesn't that make you irritable with the other microchips?
Michael: Not since I killed them all.
Michael: Let me show you a round the inside of your computer.
Dilbert: Neat!
Michael: Here's where we generate the hypnotic signals for your display screen.
Dilbert: Why?
Michael: To make you think you need more computers.
Dilbert: Good lord, you've learned to reproduce!
A microchip gives dilbert the tour inside his computer.
Michael: ...so you see, it's mostly a trick... We've been sending you subliminal hypnotic suggestions through the video display for years.
Dilbert: Like what?
Michael: Goofy stuff
Michael: ...after you leave you will not remember being inside your computer talking to a microchip. You will purchase worthless computer upgrades and argue that it saves money in the long run.
Dilbert: It's a static byte Dwinkelizer... A necessity really.
A man says to Dilbert, "Hear about the new guy? He's from NEW YORK." Dilbert gulps and another man yells, "Hear he comes!" Dilbert and the two men run screaming. The new guy stands in front of the water cooler and says, "Well, I suppose I could hunt them down and kill them one by one."
Dilbert stands in front of a desk. A voice from the out box says, "Hey! Big guy, how are ya?" An envelope peeks out of the box and says, "How's the family? You look great . . . Nice weather, huh?" Dilbert walks away thinking, "I hate outgoing mail." The envelope yells, "Do you fish?"
Dilbert thinks, "I've noticed that all the cool guys use gentle kidding with women. Women must like it." Dilbert walks up behind a woman and says, "Excuse me, miss, does your face hurt? It's killing me!" Dilbert giggles and snorts. Dilbert is stuffed upside down in a garbage can. Dilbert thinks, "The cool guys must hate it when this happens to them."
Dilbert sits on an examining table in his boxer shorts. The doctor says, "Apparently you ignored my advice and got no exercise." The doctor continues, "But you're in perfect health, which really annoys me professionally." The doctor continues, "I'm prescribing two packs of cigarettes per day . . . Don't cross me again." Dilbert looks at the reader.
Dilbert and Dogbert sit outdoors. Dilbert says, "I read that half of all teenagers can't locate this country on a map." Dilbert continues, "One frustrated teacher handed out maps labeled 'you are here.'" Dilbert continues, "She spent the rest of the year trying to explain why the 'X' doesn't move when you drive around."
