Dilbert, who is wearing his bathrobe, says into the telephone, "That's right . . . cough-cough! . . . I won't be in to work . . . cough-wheeze-cough . . ." Dilbert continues, "Bad cold? Well, no, actually I have a bad headache . . ." Dilbert continues, "But I don't know how to make a headache sound over the phone."
Dogbert does public relations "Our products are made by asthmatic dwarves. You should do a story on that." "Not enough? Okay, what if the dwarves are also polygamous serial killers?" "When you talk to the reporter, try to slouch, wheeze, and act henpicked to the point of homicide."
Dilbert sits in his chair reading the newspaper and Ratbert stands on the armrest. Ratbert says, "It used to bother me that the air was getting polluted and unbreathable." Ratbert continues, "But I realized that rats are hardier than humans - so we'll get all you stuff after you wheeze your last breath!" Dilbert says, "I think I'll go for a walk." Ratbert says, "Hey! Why not drive?"
