Uh... hi Abby. How's it going? I see you've run into a spot of trouble while I was away....

Romy: [nervous tone] Uh... hi Abby. How's it going? Abby: [notices an empty cage nearby with bent-out bars] I see you've run into a spot of trouble while I was away. You mind telling me what happened? Romy: [continues to stammer] Uh... I don't know. They just... escaped. Abby: All three? Romy: Uh... yeah. I... don't know how they did it. I just went left for a little while and when I came back... it... well... Abby: I'm sorry, Romy. I just don't trust you anymore. You are the most incompetent employee I've ever employed. You know the penalty for failure. You enforce the rules yourself. Romy: [more nervous] All right... Abby you win. I'm out. I'm finished. You'll never see me again. I'll get my things and get out of here. Abby: Not so fast! [one of Abby's men brings over a large jug of formaldehyde with various circle-shaped objects in it] Abby: I also want your balls for my collection! [Abby tosses Romy a large knife; Romy hesitates] Abby: It would be easier if you do it yourself. Just drop your pants, chop them off, and give them to me. Then... I might consider letting you live. Romy: [on the verge of tears] Uh... Abby... I'm really attached to them. Abby: [sarcastic] Oh, sweetheart I was really attached to my specimens. And now, thanks to you and your incompetence, they're out there in the night doing God knows what.