I stop typing when Bob’s fetid breath flows into my cubicle. “Write the good idea episode.”
“Write where his companion says it seemed like a good idea to gallavant across time and space in a telephone booth – but they miss their regular boring day job and regular boring life.”
Bob nods. “There’s discontent. People are starting to want more from their lives. Time for their hero to say that regular boring lives are… important.”
“On whose authority?”
A pepperpot’s shadow slides past my door.
“The highest authority. The highest.”