Oilers GM Ken Holland awakens in his massage chair and looks at his watch. His brow furrows as he calculates the time of his nap and doesn't like the number.
"Peebles! When the [BLEEP] is our next draft pick. It has been three [BLEEP]ing days since the first round. Don't you DARE tell me that those [BLEEP]wads chose our 2nd rounder without me. I will tear off heads and [BLEEP] down their holes!!!"
"Umm, no, sir, you haven't missed our next draft pick."
"WHAT?!? How can that be?" A wry smile uncurls on Holland's lips.
"Please don't do that, sir. It makes me scared."
"Are they waiting for us? Have they been waiting a long time? Tell me that [BLEEP] Bettman has been begging us to make a choice."
"No, sir."
"Then what? When is our PICK this ROUND???"
"We don't have one this round, sir. You traded it to Detroit last year for Athanasiou."
"[BLEEEEEEEEEEEEP]! So when is our next pick, Peebles?"
"The, umm, fourth round, sir!"
"FOURTH ROUND!"
"And we have no fifth round pick either."
"AAAAARRRRRGGHHHHH!!
"Okay, okay, I'm calm. We can use this pause to prepare for the next pick. Find me some analactics losers, lackey. And be back before the fourth round."