Dogbert: welcome to the dogcart outplacement agency, or "DOA" as I call it.
Dogbert: Here, Nobody "unemployed" You're freelance consultants who sit in cubicles and earn no money!
Every cubicle is equipped with a phone and a refurbished ego.
ego: I will not work with that thing.
The Boss: "Laurie's our new engineer. Show her the ropes, Dilbert."
"I meant figuratively."
Dilbert: "This is your anti-productivity pod."
"It's equipped with a little device that rings anytime you try to concentrate."
"The top is open so none of the background noise is inadvertently muffled."
"And you're on the main aisle, so you'll be haunted every minute by footsteps behind you. Step...step...step."
The Boss: "We need to talk."
Wally and another engineer bow to Dilbert as he walks past. Dilbert thinks, "My vast array of personal technology makes me dominant over the less-equipped engineers." Dilbert thinks, "I am superior to them all . . . With the possible exception of . . ." Dilbert says as he encounters another engineer, "Techno-Bill!!" Techno-Bill has even more electronic gadgets strapped to his body than Dilbert. Bill says, "Looks like somebody just had a fax."