Office Plant Detective Gifts

"If you want to know about the really important things going on in our company, ask the cleaner."

The interested bystanders.

STRIP Hambone: Fix it yourself

Evolution.

'Mark my word, Walters, this is no ordinary virus.'

Man in office, desk covered in computer equipment, uses floor for photos, desk pads etc.

That endless instant between initial eye contact and conscious recognition.

“Son, that… ‘some this will all be yours’… is now!”

"Mother! How? Wait — where’s Dad?!"

'True it does have small flowers but through the microscope its exquisite.'

"It's amazing to think he started out in the lobby."

"The camera is mounted on your desk for a reason. There's been some paperclips missing, and we think you're the culprit."

Food manufacturing industry in a soup.

"Miss Jenkins, e-mail the housekeeper. Her telecommuting days are over"

Getting Rid of the Cure

'Turn right at the Robinia pseudoacacia, pass the garden with the salvia officinalis, cross the road when you see the stranvaesia davidinia and the pub is on the left!'

Jean, bring me everything we've got on gravity.

'We don't have anyone here by that name. Was he perhaps using one of his aliases?'

"There's a house-plant round here somewhere."

'Harlow, do you wnat to be part of the problem or part of the coverup?'

"Find out who put a 100 dollar bill in the suggestion box. This person has potential!"

"We're streamlining efficiency by cutting the staff who we employed to improve efficiency."

'Miscellaneous' and 'Non-Miscellaneous' trays

'I hate it when EVERYONE is a whistle blower.'

'How are you getting on with the strategy for growth ?'

'Now what's all this about a money making scheme?'

"We need to talk about procrastination."

I spy with my little eye in the sky …

"I noticed he had punched air holes in his desk. Now I'm afraid to open it."

'Ha! I knew they were just little trees!'

"There's a red light at the end of the tunnel."

"He just called our work substandard."

'I just asked if you were finding everything alright. I never said I worked here.'

The Sleep of Reason Produces Bureaucracy

'Heaven welcomes botanists, we've millions of extinct plants that need classifying!'