I had a strange dream in which I was a character on The Office, and we were rehearsing a lost episode that would air as a reunion show. The episode's title was "The Meeting." It was a simple concept: for the entire twenty minutes, we would be held up in the conference room in another pointless meeting.
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Steve Carrell came out after reading the script and asked, "Are you sure you guys want to do this one?" He shook his head. I interjected, "There is a lot here. We just have to be ourselves. We got the goof-off (pointing at Jim, who smiled), the suck-up, pointing at Dwight (who furrowed his brow), the one who is always annoyed, pointing at Angela (who rolled her eyes in disgust), and the easygoing receptionist (pointing at Pam, who smiled along with Jim).
"Yeah, so what are you?" Michael asked.
"I just go with the flow."
"Alright!"
"Steve, I really don't think this is something the people will want," Paul Lieberstein (Toby) said in his monotone voice.
"Why don't you go suck a duck, Toby."
Pam stifled a laugh; Michael shut the conference door in his face, sat at the head of the table, and drummed his fingers, waiting for someone to start.
Jim swiveled toward me in his chair.
"So, I heard you outsold Dwight last month. Keep up the good work," he said with a thumbs up.
Dwight narrowed his eyes at me but turned his attention towards his age-old prankster.
"Hey! He doesn't even work here."
Jim pursed his lips and pointed at me.
"Do you want to field this one?"
Dwight looked at me quizzically.
"I've been working here for five years," I said as quietly as possible. Dwight leaned in close but couldn't hear a word I said. Pam and Jim nodded. The camera panned to Creed in the corner, who looked as confused as ever. Stanley looked up from his crossword and huffed.
"What did he say? What did he say!?"
I repeated in a whisper, "I've worked here for five years."
Michael leaned in and nodded this time.
Dwight had moved his entire body over the conference room table to try to hear what I said, causing Angela to throw her hands up and yell his name. She stormed off and started to head out of the room, but Michael shut the door.
"Um, you're not going anywhere. Nothing out there is as important as what's going on in here."
Angela sighed, gritted her teeth, and headed back to her seat.
As Dwight began crawling toward me, Michael interjected.
"Dwight! Dwight! Dwight! That's enough!"
"But, Michael!"
Michael gave him a face that twisted like a prune, and Dwight, all of a sudden, looked like a defeated dog and retreated toward his chair.
So, anyway, that's about where I am. Some of what I typed there was directly from the dream, and some I made up. I thought it was too cool not to share. How do you think this episode should continue?
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