We reveal the dangers of "getting high" on the job.
Everybody's doing it!
Jeff and Katie convinced Margie to take a little pot break one Friday afternoon, inviting her to the supply room for some extra-curricular activity. Jeff broke out a joint but "accidentally" dropped it into a round chamber. Margie, pothead that she is, dove for it and the trap was set. The chamber was actually the barrel of a giant air cannon, just like at the circus! We shot Margie way into the atmosphere, where an "Airforce jet" was conveniently waiting for her. Onboard, the handsome "pilot" handed her a bright red "phone," saying it was for "the weird-looking, bug-eyed journalist who just popped in!" The call was from the "President!"
It's for you!
Margie: Hello?
Prez: Hello, Margie? This is President George Bush.
Margie: What? No way!
Prez: Yes, I'm afraid it is. I heard about your little stunt back there at the office.
Margie: Oh, that was Jeff's idea. I don't even work at Ane.
Prez: Oh, I know you don't work there, but you worked at Assy, right? Look, that's not the point. You work there for the purposes of this parody magazine. And I don't care whose idea it was. If Jeff told you to jump off a bridge, would you?
Margie: I don't know, Jeff's really smart . . .
Prez: Come on, Margie, drugs are wrong. Now, chant with me: Just Say No, Just Say No, Just Say No . . .
Margie: Wait a minute . . . is this Jeff?