October's Disgruntled Employee of the Month: David Colambski
Gary Newbrunswick: David. Come in.
David Colambski: Hello, Gary.
GN: Tell us what your position is here at Amalgamated Humor, David.
DC: I'm the watchman.
GN: The NIGHT watchman.
DC: Yes.
GN: Night.
DC: Yes.
GN: Because you're only here at night, right?
DC: That's right.
GN: Never during the day?
DC: Nope.
GN: So you sleep during the day?
DC: Yes.
GN: Interesting. Oh, I'm sorry. How rude of me, I forgot to ask if I can
get you something to eat.
DC: No thanks.
GN: Something to drink?
DC: No thanks.
GN: Mmm hmm. Interesting. Colambski is an unusual name. Polish?
DC: I'm not sure. Eastern Eurpoean of some sort.
GN: So it could be from somewhere else.
DC: Yes.
GN: Like, say, TRANSYLVANIA!
DC: Oh boy.
GN: That's right! I've figured you out, Colambski. Or should I say...
DRACULA!
DC: Gary...
GN: I've had my eye on you, Count, and all the clues point to your true
identity!
DC: What clues?
GN: Well, the ones I just talked about.
DC: WHAT ones you just talked about?
GN: Well, the... you know, the only being here at night and sleeping by
day, uh... not wanting anything to eat or drink, the possibly
Transylvanian last name.
DC: That's it?
GN: Well, yes. BUT it's enough! Did you know I'm the one who figured out
Zonar is an alien?
DC: Gary, he's got green skin, a snake body, and is constantly referring
to everyone as "humans."
GN: Right, and I put all those clues together! Just like I have with you.
Oh! I just thought of another one! I hardly ever see very many rats in
the office anymore. I bet you're eating them at night, sicko!
DC: Gary, I am not eating rats.
GN: Ohhhhh! Rats not good enough for The Count, eh? Well, la dee dah!
DC: Gary, did Dr. Flimminhoffer switch your medication again?
GN: What's that got to do with it? You know what else? I told the giant
sunflowers all about my theory and they agreed with me!
DC: What?
GN: Don't get cute with me, Drac. You know what I'm talking about. Take
THIS!
DC: Gah! What the!
GN: Ha ha. That's holy water you've been doused with! Burn, baby, burn!
DC: Gary, this is Sprite.
GN: Well, yes. But it's still been blessed. BURN!
DC: I'm going to go now, Gary.
GN: Back to your TOMB?
DC: Uh... no. Just go.
GN: Wait, wait!
DC: What?
GN: Make me one of your kind.
DC: Goodbye, Gary.
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