Scott Adams cracks his knuckles, three hours of hard work in the dilbert mines. He wipes the sweat off his brow. "Women have colored hair, no one is talking about this," He smiles to himself. "I am such a free thinker." He turns his chair, knocking over a pyramid of empty vitamin-d supplements. "Oh no, I'm out!" Standing, and rising from his chamber, Scott stuffs $50,000 USD into the billowy interior of his tucked in shirt. He swings open the front door, and traipses into the dangers of the outside world. "Surely this time will be different." he thinks.
Scott Adams cracks his knuckles, three hours of hard work in the dilbert mines. He wipes the sweat off his brow. "Women have colored hair, no one is talking about this," He smiles to himself. "I am such a free thinker." He turns his chair, knocking over a pyramid of empty vitamin-d supplements. "Oh no, I'm out!" Standing, and rising from his chamber, Scott stuffs $50,000 USD into the billowy interior of his tucked in shirt. He swings open the front door, and traipses into the dangers of the outside world. "Surely this time will be different." he thinks.