The Birth of Industrial Espionage. (A caveman peers over a small hill while another caveman smashes a smaller rock with a larger rock.)
Bob Thaves Tom Thaves
Frank and Ernest
Frank, what's that? My rocket chair. I'm off to new places. I've grown stale. New surroundings will expand my mind -- help me think in completely new ways. Push the button, Ernie. Aargh! I'm stuck here forever! I'll never tap my creative side! What are you talking about? Look where you are! From now on all your thinking will be outside the box!