rat chow. berger's concerned. as they huddle over the figures, we hear a chopper approach. camera moves past them, out the window -
mr. avenal -- i hate to bother you, sir, but we have a problem. it seems the lab has been overproducing yp-3 -- that's the anti-aging ingredient in beaunique --
we've stockpiled over a thousand gallons, enough to last us well into the 29th century.
and very expensive. funding seems to have been siphoned out of the employee pension plan --
well, actually patience price brought the matter to my attention --
sir, she's a very reliable employee --
in all fairness, mr. avenal, i think --
patience, it's dave.  she winces at this voice from the grave, casts a sad glance toward his empty office.
i called the ceo about your yp-3 numbers -- avenal went ballistic. i'll have to redo the spreadsheets, you must've screwed up somewhere.
avenal went ballistic.  pov -- angel comes out of the car, looms over patience.