Distance.

Lights rise to reveal a dimly lit office, with only a small couch, and a chair to it’s left. On the chair sits a scholarly looking man holding a clipboard. Sitting on the couch, as far away from each other as they can possibly be are Trevor and Cynthia, both happen to be T-Rex’s.

Trevor

(Semi crying, semi trying to suppress that.)

It’s not even like she cares at all, he just sits there and roars at me. It’s like she’s been giving me the angry silent treatment since for years… We haven’t spoken in God knows how long. I just don’t know what to do anymore… (pause) Like… yesterday, I told her I was going to go check the mail, and I thought she was going to be civil that day because she did that little growling thing she does when she’s playing…but then when I came back in and asked for help getting the letter that I couldn’t get because my little arms couldn’t reach far enough into the mail box, she just gave me this blank look like she didn’t understand a word of what I was saying. I mean, she knows how frustrating it is to have arms that don’t work with all this stuff designed for you freakishly long armed humans; no offence, the least she could have done is say she was sorry or something… or offer to console me… or… just… anything. That’s what I’m getting at here, I keep trying to tell her that a marriage is supposed to be a two way street, and I guess it might be a bad metaphor because she can’t fit in a car, and might not know how that system works… but really… I just don’t know what she wants out of this relationship. She’s not even just using me for my money, she still likes to go out and kill her own food… which she doesn’t share with me by the way… even though I gave up being a vegetarian just to make her happy, I’m still not allowed to eat out of the same carcass as her. Heck, she’s even physically violent sometimes, and I’m not just talking about in bed, I mean at random times during the day if I accidentally get to close to her in the hall or something, the other day she actually bit me right on the neck. I don’t know if you can tell, but that may look like a tiny, cute little jaw she’s got there… but let me tell you, looks can be deceiving! (sighs) I don’t know… (Pause) That’s just it… I don’t know. I have no idea what to do anymore. I mean… despite all of this, my heart still skips a gigantic beat whenever I see her eyes open instantaneously from sleep whenever the softest of sounds is made. I still have that urge to snuggle up close to her when we’re watching a scary movie, even though I’m terribly afraid for my life when I try to… even with the years of angry, and disapproving looks, and roars… I… (can’t hold back the tears any longer) I still love the entirety of her being with every ounce of mine…

Trevor attempts to dab the tissue he has in his hand on his eyes but can’t reach. The man turns from Trevor to Cynthia.

Man:

Well, ma’am, your husband obviously cares about you very, very deeply… you should feel lucky, it’s very hard these days to find anyone who is the least bit actually devoted to their spouse much less willing to pay a fourth of their salary every week to try and keep things afloat between the two of them… He’s trying to reach out to you… won’t you but take his hand… won’t you come away from your own immediate selfish wants, and give back just a little something? (Expectant pause, Cynthia doesn’t appear to be listening) Well… um… is there anything at all you’d like to add to this, keep in mind ma’am… this could be the last time to save your marriage… Now… would you like to say anything?

Cynthia cocks her head a little bit, staring at the man. Suddenly she lets out an extremely deafening roar, the Man covers his ears in agony. The roar lasts for a couple long seconds. After finished, the Man is still wincing in pain, and Cynthia looks from the Man to Trevor with blankness in her eyes. In this silence a cat is heard meowing off stage right. Cynthia immediately goes into furious hunting mode and runs off stage right roaring all the while. After a moment of astounded recovery, the Man looks slowly at the bawling Trevor.

Man:

(Blank, confused)

Are you… are you sure that’s really the woman you want to be with the rest of your life?

Trevor nods slowly, sadly.

Trevor:

It’s just that feeling she gives me… ya know? I couldn’t ever tell you why she makes me feel that way…

Man:

Hey… way of topic question, I know, but just wondering, I don’t mean to offend, believe me… but… weren’t you guys supposed to have done that whole extinct thing a while ago?

Trevor shrugs. Lights fade.

Fin.