Rise of the dicasaurus

The Creative Director Keith's office looks across at the iconic Chrysler Building at Lexington and 42nd Street. And yet the conversations...reminded John of some he had at Seaside Heights elementary school at recess.

Keith dramatically turns around to face John and David, seated across from his desk.

Keith

'You like birds John?'

John

'I love the sand pipers that run along the shore. And when the sea gulls are fying...as long as it's not over you...they look beautiful...black and white against...so much color...the ocean...the blue skies.'

Keith

'Well, a little birdie told me you and David brag about landing accounts and getting awards. Thought I had something to do with that.'

John

'I'm loyal..'

David

'I'm not. But I'm smart. And I don't knock Creative Directors. If the Account Executive don't respect you it's open season on us....we have to make alliamces and I just want to make good ads...'

Keith stares at David

..but that little birdie was quite convincing...'

David

'Named Mike...I knew what he was about...when I said we I meant the Creative Department..'

Keith

'You don't speak for the department. I do. Get it?' I'm gonna take Mike under my wing.'

A pigeon lands on the window ledge. So many shades of gray in the feathers, John thinks. Beyond the window...people walk on sunny Lexington Avenue- beneath the glimmering silver spire of the Chrysler Building. People are better as a concept, John thinks.

David and John leave Keiths office. David is quiet...which he never is, John thinks. He needs a laugh.

John

'Behold! The rise of dicasaurus...the biggest dic to walk the earth.'

David smirks.

'You are good with words...'

Michael sticks his head between them.

'Who we talking about?'

John to Michael

'You were named after Michael, an arch angel, leader of the army of God. Try to live up to it.'

Michael

'OMG Oh my God'

John

'OYG. Oh your God.'

Michael stands still as John and David walk on.

Michael

'Get a life,'

John turns back.

'Get an afterlife.'