Paradise

One night Eddie went to sleep and woke up in paradise. To him, paradise was living within the comic strip Dilbert. He found himself seated at a cubicle at an unnamed engineering firm, surrounded by Wally, doing nothing but carrying a coffee cup, the clueless boss with the pointy hair, the hot tempered secretary, Dogbert, shrewd, greedy, not to be trusted, Catbert, evil in every way, the visiting Elbonians, and strange new employees who possibly stepped out of a David Lynch film.
And, of course, there was Dilbert himself, with his button down shirt, thick glasses, curled up tie, military haircut and general impotence.
Eddie had no idea what his project was, but neither did anyone else, trapped in a hovering fugue state. There was a staff meeting in which the pointy haired boss made no sense, while the others fired verbal slingshots at him. Dogbert doodled demons with pitchforks. Nothing got accomplished and no one seemed to mind.
Dilbert actually asked Eddie for advice about women, but he had no more success than his inquirer, so no wisdom was exchanged.
But this was his idea of paradise--new people dropping in, a solid core of co-workers, clean cubicles, good lighting, plenty of coffee. He was curious about where he lived, but soon discovered only Dilbert had a home. All the others never seemed to leave the office, had no life outside this place. He decided this wasn't for him. His eyes scanned the area, searching for an exit, so he could return to the non comic world.
A growl came from the top of his cubicle. Dogbert was glaring down at him. Evidently the beast could read his mind. Eddie opened his laptop, hit some keys, thinking maybe he could fake it until an opportunity arose to flee.
At one point he locked eyes with the hot tempered secretary. Both became aroused. Maybe he'd stick around a bit longer. Paradise has many definitions.