ZYSK: You've had three days. What have you found?
SCHLOCK: Lots of weird stuff, but no boomex.
ZYSK: Tell me about the weird stuff.
SCHLOCK: All of it?
ZYSK: I'll stop you when I've heard enough.
SCHLOCK: Okay. The animal handlers lost six capybara to a virus a week ago, but the virus has now run its course.
The clowns have a still, and are trying to turn smuggled Rombough Red Grapes into a merlot brandy. The smell says they are about halfway to biodiesel.
ZYSK: Mmm-hmmm. Clowns.
SCHLOCK: One of your Indian Elephants is actually an elephas maximus sapiens. I have no idea what she's doing here.
ZYSK: Interesting. Go on.
SCHLOCK: Concessions started to use capybara in the mystery meat-sticks five days ago.
ZYSK: Aaand stop.