"Hello [insert whatever you’re called], still trying to make the world a better place? Pah!" he replies.
"Yes. Maybe I’m a dreamer. A fool. But I believe in goodness."
You pause to stroke Nancy, the office koala, whom you’re nursing back to health.
"The only things that matter in this life are supercars, Champions League football and Top Gear DVD box sets!"
You’ve explained to him many times that he can now stream Top Gear, but he’s still obsessed with the box sets.
"Be the fish," you whisper, as you twitch your dorsal fin. Your scales shimmer an iridescent rainbow.
You hug him and tell him that you always admired his independent spirit and the courage of his convictions (this is a white lie).
They crowd around you barking: "You’re the best human!" (You learnt their language during a gap year on the Isle of Dogs).
He responds by saying: "Hey, [insert your name], as far as I’m concerned YOU’RE The Boss!" You blush but deep down you know he’s right.
There is just no need for it
But that’s another story for another day. Now we must return you to your usual Tuesday in lockdown. We hope you enjoyed your brief holiday in the realm of the imagination.