Sperm Count

Sperm Count

... one ........ t... two... three... Hey, is that one over there by your foot?

I think so.

Then that makes four. Five... six... shit... where'd that big one go?

Look out! Behind you!

Ahhhh! Seven. Definitely seven!

You okay?

Yeah, yeah, fine... just keep looking!

How many are there supposed to be again?

There were thirteen in here this morning, and now we... whoa... wait a sec... is that one on the ceiling?!

Holy shit... yeah... yeah, it is!

How'd it get up there? These things are just getting smarter and smarter.

So that's... is that seven then?

No, no, eight; ceiling sperm makes eight.

Eight?

Yes. Eight.

You sure?

Positive.

Oh.

Listen, let's not fight... the boss is going to be plenty pissed if he gets back from lunch and five are missing.

Yeah, I know. Did you look in the filing cabinet?

No. It's locked... how the hell would they have been able to get into a locked...

Maybe one of 'em stole some keys?

Unlikely. I have the only set, other than the boss.

Where are they?

What? My keys?

Yeah.

There right in this....... shit... shit... no! Shit!

Gone?

(nods with fright)

(both turn their heads slowly and stare at the filing cabinet)

to be continued...