JERRICHO and PRIMA tiredly carrying emptied out bins. The quickly plop onto them just as fast as they turn them over onto the ground. JERRICHO takes out two cigarettes and gives one to PRIMA as she takes out a lighter to light both of their nicotine sticks enter their mouths.
Enter TESSA writing down something in a clipboard.
TESSA
Five more trucks are coming in.
PRIMA
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!
JERRICHO
You said the last truck was the last one, Tessa!
PRIMA
Yeah, my arms are going to fall off
TESSA
As fast as we get rid of a batch, a new shipment rolls in.