6/10/22 Running Out Of Time

 Running Out Of Time

“We need to do this quickly or we’re going to run out.”

“I know I know, just let me think for a moment please!”

“I’m sorry it’s just, we don't have a moment. We need this right now.”

“Ok, ok, I’m thinking. Nothing is going to get done if I don’t have at least a moment to think this through.”

“Alright, I’m sorry I will give you a moment, just try and make it quick.”

“I will.” … “Aghh I just don’t know, I don’t know what to do. How am I supposed to come up with a solution so quickly, with a clock hanging over my head like a mallet.”

“Well if you don’t think of something then we are both screwed.”

“Then I guess we are both screwed because I got nothing. Why can’t you think of a plan?”

“That’s not my job, that’s yours, I’m just kind of…here.”

“Well that's just great, no help at all. It’s just so much pressure, which I’m sure you’ve neer been under.”

“No, I can't say that I have.”

“Well it seems like our time is up, this is it I guess.”

“It does seem like that.”

“We don’t really have time for a long drawn out sappy goodbye so I'll just make it short. Goodbye.”

“Goodbye.”


The End

6/10/22

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