Scene: Citi Field offices. A Mets accountant named Dolores pours over a pile of past-due Citi Field bills. Also present are Fred Wilpon and an Outspoken Mets Staffer With Common Sense (it's fiction). ... Dolores the Accountant: "Mr. Wilpon, the company cell phone bills are 90 days past due and Verizon is demanding payment. This hacked copy of QuickBooks '98 you had the new IT guy install last week is showing that we're still severely in the red. What should I tell them? And what is Tandy? Is it a computer??" Wilpon looks at his Verizon phone and sees it reads 'No Service'. Wilpon (to Outspoken Mets Staffer): Say, do you still keep a personal cell phone?" Outspoken Mets Staffer With Common Sense: "Yes, I still have my personal cell phone since you stopped paying for our company phones, yes." Wilpon: "Great, that's great. Would you mind calling Travis, our new IT guy? I need to have a word." Outspoken Mets Staffer With Common Sense: "Travis? Who the eff is Travis?? Just then, Travis, the new IT guy, enters the room and is covered in grime and sweat. Travis the New IT Guy: "Mr. Wilpon, I've finished cleaning off the laid-off employees' laptops and listed them on eBay. I picked up that old push mower you got on Craigslist and changed the oil, and I listed the riding mowers on AutoTrader. I've also cleaned out the storage area in the back. There are all these giant padded advertisements. Wheat Thins, Lincoln, Verizon, what should I do with them?" Outspoken Mets Staffer With Common Sense (to Wilpon): "Wait, you St. Lucie'd the entire Custodial and IT staffs for this guy?" Wilpon: "Yes, I had to, but Travis is fantastic. Travis, did you finish Ronny Cedeno's physical?" Outspoken Mets Staffer With Common Sense: "Wait, you whacked the medical staff, too?!? Well, OK..." Travis the New IT Guy (to Wilpon): "Yes, Mr. Wilpon, I did. His arm-ish, shoulder-ish area makes this popping noise, though..." Wilpon: "That'll be fine, Travis, just fine. Now take those large signs out back and ... did you say Verizon?" Travis the New IT Guy: "Yes, Mr. Wilpon. Verizon, Wheat Thins, some other crap..." Wilpon's brow unfurrows and a wide grin stretches across his face. Outspoken Mets Staffer With Common Sense: "Are you shitting me? It's not even from Shea! I'm sure the Verizon people really want to trade the Mets cell phone service for this piece of Citi Field garbage. What are they gonna line their company basketball court with this thing? Jesus H." Wilpon: "Trade? No chance. That's durable plastic there, my boy! I think we can get $1000 bucks for this thing. Travis, get the Verizon people on the phone now and pitch it hard. Then the Wheat Thins folks after that. Then when you get payment, update the Quick Books." Dolores the Accountant: "Sir? That's my job." Wilpon (to account): "Dolores, I'm sorry, I'm afraid the organization is in the midst of a restructuring... Travis, Verizon! Now!" Mets Staffer bro: "What the hell?!" Fred: "What's that you say, son?" Mets Staffer Bro: "I said Travis, can use my cell." END SCENE.