Drawing 133
2009-02-04
Guys, guys! You all know William. So, William and I were talking over lunch today—well, we were talking over William's lunch, and that's sort of what this is all about. You see, William says he'd prefer that none of the rest of us eat in the office, as our chewing is harsh on his ears, his “dainty butterflies.”
WILLIAM:
Dainty buttercups!
POINTING OFFICEWORKER:
…Yes, “buttercups.” And he'd prefer that we not exit for lunch, as the “stench of food” on our bodies when we return “evokes a cacophony of imagined chewing even worse than the actual thing.” (Pause) William, however, as offered to build a trough in the parking lot, from which we can eat at the end of the day, “like the slophogs [we] are.” I was not able to ascertain whether this was a joke or a serious proposal.