a short (and downright stumpy) tale of terror

(The scene, an elevator inside a Los Angeles glass tower. The only passengers are a young man and a middle-aged executive type.)

"Sir?"
"Yes, young man?"
"Would you happen to be Paul Dirac, of Dirac2Video Productions?"
"I am. but I am about to go to an important meeting. If you have a movie proposal, can you do it quickly?"
"Certainly. I think that sci-fi horror has run into a rut."
"That is certainly true. Sharks. Spiders. Scarabs. Snakes. Dinosaurs. There are only so many movies that enough of the public will be interested in for me to make a profit."
"Well I have this script I'm working on that your company might be interested in, as it does projects that are both innovative and commercial."
"I'm listening."
"The script's title says it all."
"Go ahead."
"It's... Are you ready?... Voleciraptors."
"(...)"