Logan enters the kitchen and opens up the old, busted icebox and fishes out the last four sacks of scrab legs.
Logan: "Better leave a memo ..."
Logan empties the scrab legs into the deep fryer, and closes the lid. While the scrabs are being prepared, he pulls a scrab of paper from the sticky notes pad on the wall, produces a small feather pen, dips it in a small puddle of red liquid on the floor, and scratches out a message:
"Out of scrab legs. Please refill icebox."
He didn't know that the legs were already spoiled.
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Bartolomo was on hold. No one was picking up at the other end of the fone.
Raid: "You wanna just try back later, Boss?"
Bart: "No! I've made up my mind! I'm not giving up on this job.
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