"Hey, you're a man of action, baby. I understand," Chaz said. "Man of action! Action man! Shit, I'm on it already. Buzz Janice: Have her call the production department and greenlight something called Action Man. I honestly don't care what."
"Done! Janice!" Geoff leaned over to depress the intercom button, his torso oddly stiff. "Contact production. Tell them two words: Green light. And two more words: Man Action."
"Sir? I... is there some explanation there?" The tinny voice responded.
"GODDAMMIT JANICE!" Geoff's face flushed red, veins bulged out unnaturally on his botoxed forehead. "I have had men killed with fewer words than I've just given you!"
"Oh hey, are we threatening?" Chaz chimed in. "Tell her she should phone a priest and set up an appointment to thank God she's still got ears to hear you."
"Did you hear that, Janice?" Geoff hollered into the smooth, white oval hump that housed his desk iPhone.
"You goddamn pretend I said that!" Geoff's flailed his arms in fury, though they seemed inexplicably restrained of their natural orbits.
"I will, sir."
"Now, about these scripts: I hear they're fantastic; I am not reading them," Geoff fastened Chaz with a serious stare.
"Good lord, of course not! I don't even think I can read anymore. Ever since I blacked out in the bathrooms at Beso and woke up next to that crying gypsy woman, I can only hear letters as notes of music."
"I think this is the new Step Up script."