(Continue to snipe. Rip him apart.) "You know, Rickles, I wish I could lower my IQ so you and I could have a meaningful dialog!"
YOU: (Addressing the whole group) Some people get lost in thought because it's unfamiliar territory to them. Our man Rickles here, for example, is so dull he couldn't entertain a doubt. I did notice recently that he's listed in 'Whos' Who' under 'What's that?!!'
THE REST OF THE PEOPLE AT THE MEETING: ha, hah, ha, hah, ha,
YOU: Did you know that fortune tellers are willing to read his mind for half price? If he ever had a thought, it would be in solitary confinement. And if he actually said what he thought, he'd be speechless.
(Three of your co-workers are now standing holding their yellow pads up high and on them it says, "9.5, 9.8, 9.7". "That looks good enough for the gold" yells a fourth co-worker.)
RICKLES: (blubbering and his bald head bright red) Oh yeah? Well, a high fiber diet will bring out the best in you!
(The Director of Marketing has packed up his stuff is walking out of the room.)
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