"What are guys doing?"
"Getting ready for the water polo game against State, Coach Ming," answered James.
The coach harumphed, and made a call on his cellphone.
"Dean, Coach Ming here. I thought I asked you to use that new machine of yours on my water polo players."
"You phoned them and printed out a half dozen new Speedos, but most of the team didn't answer?" he sounds flustered.
"Hey, Ming, you've got those new suits for my players when your team forfeits?" asked State's Coach walking into the locker room. Then he saw the players in their Speedos.
"We're not forfeiting, we're planning on winning," James answered.
The State coach scowled. Coach Ming looked flustered.
"Players take out your cell phones," he ordered, "Then he said into his cell phone, hit redial, Dean."
James' phone rang first. He put it down on the floor, and pushed the answer button at the moment he slid it across the tile floor to where the coaches were standing. It slid between the two coaches, and then there was a high pitched fax tone whistling. The coaches turned and