Chuck should not be ashamed! Using your hard earned cash to purchase the sanity-saving tokens of pop-culture is what America is all about! It’s just like back in the day, with the founding fathers and all those early citizens, working their jobs, not wanting to pay all their money to the King, because they wanted to be able to buy more… I don’t know, what was popular in those times, woodcarvings? Tophats? A woodcut relief of a kitten holding onto a tree branch (while industrialism sneaked in the horizon)?

In any case, spending our money on fun escapism is what defines us as Americans, and also as Dorks, which is what this strip is all about. We work, so that we can play — and what we play with is comics, movies, MMO’s, and the like. Why, when I was a small child, I measured money not in dollars, but in action figures. A person’s worth was always measured in however many Ninja Turtle action fiction could be purchased  with the money they had. My friends would always tell me how much they got for allowance, and I’d instantly convert it — “wow, dude, thats like 3 action figures a week!”

When I got my first job, as Chuck just did, I was asked by the manager how much I expected to be paid. I told him I needed to be able to get Justice League, Batman, Three X-Men books,  and Amazing Spider-Man, plus extra for special events (Marvel’s Onslaught Saga nearly bankrupted me) every month.  It was a weird hiring process…

In any case, this concludes our job storyline, but don’t worry, we’ll be revisiting Chuck and Bob at their respective places of employment every once in a while.

Happy Friday, I’ll see you guys back here Monday for more jokes! Dorks Unite! ‘Merica!