A short trilogue (yes, I made that up). Should be easy to see who the characters are, I hope. A mini conversation, written after I daydreamed.
Disclaimer: I don't own Primeval. Only in said daydreams. And those daydreams get crazy.
"I don't care if you are; get some work done as well!"
"You know, psychologists say that you should allow your brain to wander for about ten minutes a day to relieve stress."
"His stress, maybe. What about mine?"
"You're the exception that proves the rule."
"Am I now? Fantastic. Well, as an oddity, can't he humour me and get some work done."
"'m thinking."
"Well, there's a turn-up for the books. Please allow me to make a note of this. Connor does actually think."
"Just leave him be. You never know what break-throughs his day-dreaming might produce."
"If you're telling me that we have to rely on daydreaming to get ideas, I may have to fire you."
"What? We ran out of accurate books about how to chase dinosaurs, so we have to think of our own solutions."
"What about accurate films?"
"Shut up Connor!"
"All I'm saying is, could he at least look like he's doing something, rather than just sitting there, staring into the wall. Any longer and there'll be a hole in it."
"Well, that would be useful."
"Why?"
"Then, we can see what's happening in the budget meetings without actually needing to be in them."
"And that's why..."
"Erm... can you be quiet a minute?"
"Why?"
"'m thinking."
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