[Setting: small office lined with files, some so old that they have housed generations of insects. A man sits at a desk, eating a tangerine.]

Man: Gosh, I like tangerines. [Takes a sip of some fancy new water-like beverage with herbal essences that swear they'll perk him up]
Slow woman: [Passing in hallway, stops and parks herself in doorway] Not taking a lunch break today?
M: Oh, no, no, I’m taking a break. I walked down to the store and bought some stuff. [Thinks: In fact, I left the office after you, made it to the store, completed my shopping and got back here before you even arrived at the store...]
SW: Ah. I’m not eating anything today.
M: Ah.
SW: Yep. Just water and tea.
M: Water and tea.
SW: Yep, I have a doctor’s exam this evening after work.
M: Ah, exam.
SW: Yep. Having a gastroenterological endoscopy done.
M: [Desperately trying to rein in his visual imagination, which discovers to his dismay is far more vivid than he'd thought] sigh [stops peeling next tangerine]
SW: Yep. [Pats stomach] Been having a little trouble.
M: …
M: Ah. I see. [Phone rings. Man thanks Alexander Graham Bell] Hang on a sec.
M: Hello? [dial tone. Man wonders if desperate thoughts can trigger electrical devices, briefly considers faking a conversation, hangs up]
SW: [Who had been getting ready to leave] Gastritis, maybe.
M: Gastritis, of course. Hope everything is okay, anyway.
SW: We’ll see. Sure am hungry, boy.
M: Well.
SW: Better get back to work.
M: Have fun!