The Idea

"So picture you and your special someone. It’s a hot summer day, you're both hungry but don’t want to eat a heavy meat meal. The solution – I call it the Bovamelon"

A smiling Mr. Parker unveils a ceramic watermelon with something that looks like deer antlers coming out from the top. There is a tap at the base, which Parker uses to demonstrate how the syrupy liquid is dispensed into his glass serving bowl.

“Mmmm – just like old times my friends.” He smiles and takes a long two-handed drink. Pink Syrup runs down his chin and onto his paisley tie.

Riley adjusting in his seat curiously eyes Parker, “Uhh I don’t know Parker. This idea seems a little bit.... self contained. What if my wife hates watermelon?”

“The god-dammed idea is gold Riley! The sooner you come to grips with that, then the better off we will all be!”

Mr. Parker slams his fist down into a tray of corporate sandwiches and sends the ceramic Bovamelon crashing to the floor. Tears fill his eyes as he storms out of the conference room and into the cold light of day.