The Coffee Crisis

GARY: It's gone.
ELARA: What is gone?
GARY: My dinosaur mug.
ELARA: The one with T-Rex?
GARY: Yes! He was smiling!
ELARA: Use a white one.
GARY: I can't use white.
ELARA: Why not?
GARY: White is for amateurs.
ELARA: It's just ceramic, Gary.
GARY: It's my power mug.
ELARA: Power for what?
GARY: For spreadsheets!
ELARA: Spreadsheets don't need dinosaurs.
GARY: They need prehistoric energy.
ELARA: That is not how it works.
GARY: You just don't get it.
ELARA: I get that you're vibrating.
GARY: That's the caffeine talking.
ELARA: You haven't had any yet.
GARY: The anticipation is stimulating.
ELARA: Did you leave it upstairs?
GARY: No, I brought it down.
ELARA: Maybe someone borrowed it.
GARY: Who would steal a T-Rex?
ELARA: Someone who likes dinosaurs.
GARY: Everyone likes dinosaurs!
ELARA: Exactly. High demand.
GARY: This is a crime.
ELARA: It's a missing cup.
GARY: It's identity theft!
ELARA: The cup has no ID.
GARY: It has my soul in it.
ELARA: Your soul is caffeine-based.
GARY: Precisely.
ELARA: Check the dishwasher.
GARY: I already checked twice.
ELARA: Check a third time.
GARY: I'm not a fool, Elara.
ELARA: You're wearing two different shoes.
GARY: They are both brown!
ELARA: One is leather, one suede.
GARY: It's a texture contrast.
ELARA: It's a morning disaster.
GARY: My mug is the key.
ELARA: The key to what?
GARY: My productivity.
ELARA: You've been staring at one cell.
GARY: I am contemplating the data.
ELARA: For twenty minutes?
GARY: Data requires deep thought.
ELARA: Maybe the mug is hiding.
GARY: Mugs don't have legs.
ELARA: This was a magic mug.
GARY: Don't mock my pain.
ELARA: I'm not mocking you.
GARY: You're smiling slightly.
ELARA: It's a sympathetic smile.
GARY: It looks like a smirk.
ELARA: Your paranoia is peaking.
GARY: Who was in here last?
ELARA: Probably Silas.
GARY: Silas! That thief!
ELARA: Silas doesn't even drink coffee.
GARY: He does it for the chaos.
ELARA: He's not that evil.
GARY: He uses Comic Sans!
ELARA: Valid point.
GARY: I'm going to his desk.
ELARA: Don't start a war.
GARY: This is already a war.
ELARA: Over a piece of clay?
GARY: It is a masterpiece!
ELARA: It had a smudge on it.
GARY: That was a birthmark.
ELARA: Dinosaurs aren't born with smudges.
GARY: This one was unique.
ELARA: Just buy another one.
GARY: They don't make that model.
ELARA: It's a mug, not a car.
GARY: Limited edition!
ELARA: You are exhausting.
GARY: I am passionate!
ELARA: Passion is for art.
GARY: Coffee is art.
ELARA: Then you're a curator of mud.
GARY: Mud that wakes me up.
ELARA: Look behind the microwave.
GARY: Where?
ELARA: Right there.
GARY: My T-Rex!
ELARA: See? Not stolen.
GARY: He was hiding from Silas.
ELARA: Of course he was.
GARY: We are safe now.
ELARA: Get your coffee, Gary.
GARY: I'm back in the game.
ELARA: The game of spreadsheets?
GARY: The game of glory!
ELARA: Just do the reports.
GARY: Glory first, reports later.
ELARA: Your boss is coming.
GARY: Oh no.
ELARA: He looks grumpy.
GARY: Give me the caffeine!
ELARA: Too late.
GARY: I'm doomed!
ELARA: Just smile like the dinosaur.
GARY: That's a great idea.
ELARA: Now you look creepy.
GARY: Worth it for the power.