Chapter eleven
Of course, Reverend Bluejeans can't speak. If he could, it would be very extraordinary. As it was, he sat there like a good pair of jeans, listening to Morgan and Dilbert's conversation.
Because of course, Morgan was the one talking to Dilbert. He would not have had it any other way. He stood on the top of the Washington Monument, watching Dilbert apparently 'talking' to Reverend Bluejeans. Whenever his beloved peanut butter was safely set down, a eighty-ton semi came crashing down a foot from where Dilbert used to be standing.
Used to be standing because, as anyone knows, if an eighty-ton semi is crashing towards you, you are going to run. Run is exactly what Dilbert did. All the way to his house to climb underneath his covers and think.
After five hours of thinking, he finally came to a conclusion. This must be some sick joke Yolanda played on him to get him back for dumping her. Well, he certainly would think twice about dumping another girl again. This experience had just freaked him out.
Of course, Reverend Bluejeans can't speak. If he could, it would be very extraordinary. As it was, he sat there like a good pair of jeans, listening to Morgan and Dilbert's conversation.
Because of course, Morgan was the one talking to Dilbert. He would not have had it any other way. He stood on the top of the Washington Monument, watching Dilbert apparently 'talking' to Reverend Bluejeans. Whenever his beloved peanut butter was safely set down, a eighty-ton semi came crashing down a foot from where Dilbert used to be standing.
Used to be standing because, as anyone knows, if an eighty-ton semi is crashing towards you, you are going to run. Run is exactly what Dilbert did. All the way to his house to climb underneath his covers and think.
After five hours of thinking, he finally came to a conclusion. This must be some sick joke Yolanda played on him to get him back for dumping her. Well, he certainly would think twice about dumping another girl again. This experience had just freaked him out.