His Morning Cup

EXT. - JUST OUTSIDE THE BOSS'S DOOR

DANIELS waits nervously outside the boss's office.

Mr. Pipsin

(from within)

Daniels!

INT. - BOSS'S OFFICE

DANIELS

(entering the office)

Yes, sir!

Mr. Pipsin

Why are you moping around out there?

DANIELS

Mr. Pipsin, I believe we have a problem. It may be something
that we can contain if we act quickly enough. I'm afraid, though that the long
term ramifications won't be known until-

Mr. Pipsin

Good God, shut up, Daniels. Now, tell me what our 'problem'
is.

DANIELS

Uhh, well sir, the new additive we put in our Tasty Brew line
of coffee has some slight flaws in it.

Mr. Pipsin

What kind of flaws? Anything the public would be able to
notice? Is it poisonous?

DANIELS

No, sir. Not exactly. The normal additive is fine, but a
small batch received an experimental batch that makes them susceptible to
suggestion.

Mr. Pipsin

(Waits for Daniels to say more, but when he doesn't,
prompts him.)

Susceptible in what way?

DANIELS

In the way that, any suggestion made to the drinker will seem
like a good one.

Mr. Pipsin

What? What are you on about, Daniels. I've been drinking
Tasty Brew all morning and I'm fine.

DANIELS

Are you sure, sir? You're sure that you're fine.

Mr. Pipsin

Positive!

DANIELS

But, wouldn't you feel better if you shot yourself in the
face?

Mr. Pipsin

(long pause)

Perhaps you're right, Daniels.

(Mr. Pipsin pulls a small handgun from his desk drawer and
places the barrel against the bridge of his nose. He winks at Daniels and then
pulls the trigger. Bits of Mr. Pipsin's head cover the wall behind him.)

DANIELS

I think it may also induce a violent, sadistic streak in some
drinkers.

(Sips his coffee.)