The boss: We were saved from the abyss by a last minute injection of capital from an overseas investor. They're some sort of cartel. We weren't in a position to ask a lot of questions. They want each of you to fly to Colombia and bring back a package... and you can't use your hands.
Dilbert: Today I complete my high priority tasks and launched them into the miasma. "There they will rot from neglect while I draw closer to the abyss of eternal nothingness."
Ratbert: "I have an idea. Let's never talk about you."
The Boss: "I e-mailed you the expense breakdown. I need you to fix the format and send it out."
Carol: "I will now read your mind to get the unspoken, ever-shifting preferences for the format."
"I see nothing emptiness... the abyss..."
The boss: "Add a chart."