“Hello, Acquisitions, how can I help you?”

 “Mark? It Tom, in Research. Listen, I’ve just got a lead on a target. Sorority Party, just dropped on social media, I think we could bag 15...maybe 20 choice pieces of merchandise if we’re lucky, but we’ve got to move fast. Get a team together.”

 “Ooh...we’re a little short staffed right now. All I’ve really got right now is a skeleton crew.”

 “Short staffed...listen man, we’re talking the biggest score in the slaving business since Marcos his the Miss Universe Pageant in ‘83 and you’re telling me all you’ve got down there’s a skeleton crew? Where’s Pedro?”

 “Uh...he and Slick are taking a load of girls down to the auction down in Dallas. Won’t be back till Tuesday.”

 “Okay...um...where’s T-Dog?”

 “He’s out sick man...Appendicitis.”

 “Viper?”

 “Took a long weekend. Going snowboarding with Richard from sales.”

 “Alvin?”

 “Retired, last Friday. We threw him a farewell party, took all the girls out of the holding cages.”

 “Oh yeah, that was a blast. Um...Big Tony?”

 “Weeell...you know how someone was embezzling cash?”

 “Jesus...okay, Fat Al?”

 “He’s out burying Big Tony.”

 “Red?”

 “Down in Dallas with the load of girls for the auction.”

 “I thought you said Pedro and Slick were handling that job.”

 “They are. She’s with the other girls up for auction. We needed another girl to make quota this month and her figures weren’t so great.”  

 “Ugh...so who do you have down there?”

 “Uh...me, Pete and Bundy.”

 “Really? That’s all you’ve got?”

 “I told you man, skeleton crew. We’re just here to watch the office, turn over the coffee machine and keep an eye on those coeds that were brought in yesterday.”

 “Fine...I think we can still make this work. Get Pete and Bundy and meet me in the garage in five…”