.. lost a clipboard."
Denny stared for a moment before throwing the empty packing box to the
floor. "Oh, Lord. Who has it?"
"Remember Tom? He clocked Forrester at Popeye's. Took his clipboard.
Which makes a total of two that are missing..."
"Two? What was Forrester doing with two?!"
"Oh, he only had one. I, uh, almost got shot by Mr. Nelson and, uh...
well, I dropped mine."
"And you became a Hindu, I see?"
"What?" the Lab Coat Man asked, touching his forehead. "That was the
bullet! Do you realize--?"
"Just kidding..."
"Kidding! I'm almost killed in the line of duty, and all anyone can
think to do is make fun of me because at the last second I didn't die!
Am I so dispensable that --"
"All right, calm down. We need to have a meeting about this."
"Yes, I informed everyone. They'll meet us."
"Good. We also need to discuss another complication."
"What's that?"
"Not what -- who. Don't worry, I've fired her. Just a precaution."
The Lab Coat Man nodded vaguely and stuffed his hands in his pockets.
"Well if you're just going to stand there," Denny said, "how about
giving me a hand with this mouthwash?"
The Lab Coat Man frowned, but began to arrange the bottles of mouthwash
(3 for $2) on the opposite shelf.
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