“So, what are we facing,” Matt said as he lounged in the luxurious leather chair.
Belford tapped his chin and said, “For starters, zombie chickens.”
“Cha-ching,” Charlie said.
“That’s plural,” Matt noticed, “so, more than three or four?”
“More than three or four thousand,” Belford replied.
“Cha-ching,” Charlie said.
“Anything else?” Matt asked as he sipped his second Scotch.
“Ghost chickens,” Belford said.
“Three or four thousand?” Matt asked.
“At least,” Belford said.
“Cha-ching.” Charlie added.
“And certain people are growing feathers,” Belford quickly added.
“Cha-ching!”
“Do you have to do that?” Belford growled at Charlie.
“Yes,” Charlie said, “Cha-ching!”