“We’re happy to assist in whatever way we can. Bin 206 is the largest and most advanced boneyard in the tri-state area. I’m proud to say we number all our bones. [Cf. Psalm 21:18, Douay-Rheims Bible, 1899 American edition] We do that before putting them in the bins. We’d know if a bone went missing.”
“And how would you know that, sir?”
“Why, we’d have an odd number, of course.”
“Oh, right. Of course. Would it be possible to get a list of your recent pickups?”
“We can do better than that. We can give you our aggregated monthly bone counts for the last year. Here at Bin 206, transparency’s our number one priority. “Our bones are your bones!” That’s our motto, and we live and die by it. If you need any information beyond that, please let me know and I’ll do my best to accommodate.”
“Gee, thanks! Monthly counts are fine for now.”
“We’ll have those numbers for you in a few minutes. In the meantime, feel free to look around the yard. We just had it landscaped.”
“I will, thanks! By the way, I like your crown.”
“Thanks. Today’s my birthday. The office team likes parties, so I play along. It’s good for morale and livens up the place.”
Mr. Funny Bones 
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