"You know, you're about as coordinated as a three-legged mule?" Yoder snapped.

"I'm coordinated enough to kick your-" Nima began to say.

"Woah, woah! Easy...I take it back." Yoder said. "Damn, you're lucky! You oughtta forget our deal and buy a lottery ticket."

"The embryos..." Nima said.

"Yeah, yeah. Relax. I...um..." Yoder said, rummaging through his rucksack for the thermos.

"You lost it?" Nima said. "YOU LOST IT?"

"It must've fallen out..." Yoder said.