INT. OFFICE. DAY.
Two collegues ( ADAM and EMMA ) are chatting idly near a desk. A man GRAHAM enters holding a small crdboard box.
GRAHAM:
Hey guys, listen I feel really bad about yesteday afternoon. I got a bit stressed and well, I shouldn't have taken it out on you, I'm sorry. So I got you these.
GRAHAM opens the box to reveal two luxury muffins.
EMMA:
That's so sweet of you, but you were fine yesterday, really.
ADAM:
Yeah I thought you seemed normal.
GRAHAM:
Yeah?
ADAM and EMMA reach for a muffin but GRAHAM closes the lid and retracts the box.
GRAHAM (CONT'D)
Maybe I should take them back.
EMMA:
What? Why?
GRAHAM:
Well I f I wasn't actually rude or anything, then I don't see why I should give you muffins. They cost eighty six pounds. They're baked in an emerald oven.
EMMA:
Come on, give us a muffin.
GRAHAM:
No offence but I'm not sure you're worth eighty six quid. I should get my money back.
EMMA:
Well now you mention it you were a bit offish after lunch.
GRAHAM:
You're just saying that.
ADAM:
And I'm sure you barged past me in the coridor, and tutted.
GRAHAM:
No I bloody didn't now liste...
They are inturrupted as Mr GOVERNS enters.
GOVERNS:
What's all this? I hope you're not doing anything that would anger me as owner and CEO of this company?
EMMA:
He brought us muffins to apologise for being rude to us yesterday.
GRAHAM:
But they said I wasn't that bad so I'm going to take them back.
GOVERNS:
Muffins for the offended?
GRAHAM:
I suppose that was the idea.
GOVERNS:
I distinctly remember you calling me a bastard.
GRAHAM:
Erm....yes Mr Governs?
GOVERNS:
Excellent.
Mr GOVERNS flips the lid of the box open and takes a muffin.
GOVERNS (CONT'D):
Why are you still here? You're fired for calling me a bastard.
GRAHAM:
Erm.. I not sure I did actually call you bastard, Mr Governs.
GOVERNS:
If you didn't call me a bastard then I wouldn't have this muffin would I?
GRAHAM:
Erm.
GOVERNS:
And do I have this muffin? Do I? Do I have this muffin....
GRAHAM:
Landers, Graham Landers.
GOVERNS:
Do I have this muffin Graham Landers?
GRAHAM:
Yes.
GOVERNS:
Then clear your desk and go.
GRAHAM, confused and dejected, slowly walks away. GOVERNS takes a large bite of the muffin.
GOVERNS (CONT'D):
Tastes of emerald.
END.