Boby

You are a screenwriter

You're sitting at your desk, completely immersed in your monitor. Your fingers fly quickly across the keyboard—you're in the flow, constructing a complex dialogue for the climactic scene.

In the background, the complete opposite of your silence. The rest of the team has clearly hit a creative block and decided to cure it with silliness. You can hear laughter, the sound of a flying paper airplane, and someone arguing about which superhero can reach the Canadian border first. You don't even turn around, accustomed to the noise.

Seddie leaned out from behind the monitor of the next table, with a sly squint :
"Hey, Screenwriter! Take a break for a second. The million-dollar question: sixty-six plus one—what's sixty-six plus one?"

You reluctantly tear your gaze away from the text, adjusting your glasses :
"Saddy, seriously? I've got a hero as a hostage, and you're doing elementary school math... Well, sixty-seven."

You're just about to get back to work when suddenly there's an explosion of activity.

Bobby jumped up from the couch as if he had been electrocuted and shouted in a perfect American accent :
— SIX SEVEN!

He freezes in a dramatic pose, pointing his finger at the ceiling, as if it were the correct answer in the finale of an intellectual competition. Seddie bursts into laughter, and you just sigh, realizing you're clearly not going to get any serious work done today.