Conversation overheard in the break room.

Harry:   Hey Jonesey, how long you been workin' here? Six months? I can't believe you haven't joined the Union by now.

Jones:   I don't know Harry, Mr. Evil was pretty insistent that I stay clear of the union. He talked like it would be a real career buster if I got involved.

Harry:  Sure, that's what he wants you to believe - told me the same thing when I started. The fact is that I make more money and have better hours now than when I was Evil's little lackey. I mean, why kill yerself? Look at yuz, they got you buffaloed into working two low paying jobs for the price of one. What kind of deal is that?

Jones:   Well, it's a great deal for them - not so hot for me though. To be honest with you my wife is starting to complain. She thinks I oughta be doing better than I am.

Harry:   Listen, Jonesey, you're a great guy and I hate to see you bein' taken advantage of like this. Take a piece of advice while ya still can… Fill out this paperwork and send it in today. I mean, what's the worst that can happen --- Lose one of your jobs??!   Ha Ha - that's a good one.

Jones:   Yea maybe you're right. It can't get much worse than this...