Special Delivery

I yell into the house "we got another one". My wife looks at me in a a state of confusion, "this is the tenth one this week" she proclaims. "I know, what should we do with them" i respond. After a moment of thinking, my wife and I look each other dead in the eyes and say in unison " Black market organ trade!!!!" We begin lining up the bodies in the basement for easy access later. We then run upstairs and begin to dial the number of my old Russian mob boss. When he answers the phone we are so excited to tel him our idea that we can barely speak. Eventually we tell him the full story and he enthusiastically that he can set us up selling our newfound organs.