Mojo leaned over and picked up the phone, getting maintenance and his accountant on for a conference call.
"Can she...? And if she does...? How much...? So... total figure, what're we...? WHAT? I ought to eat your liver for that! No... no... okay, okay, sheesh. No, you don't need to go on strike...."
He put the phone down and turned to Major Domo. "Get them out of here. Just get them out of here. This is costing me money! And get me my Milanta! And a new show!"
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