The Walrus and the Carpenter

Mr Smith looked at his phone lying on the table. It had received a text message. For many phones that would not be unusual, but for this phone it was.

"Mr Jones."

"Yes Mr Smith?" Came the reply from across the kitchen.

"I believe we've received a new job."

"Really? Do tell Mr Smith!"

Smith picked up the phone and read the text.

"It appears that we have some mussels to harvest, and clean."

"Where?"

"London Mr Smith."

"Well it has been a long time since we've been to London. How soon?"

"Immediately if possible."

"Payment?"

"The usual Mr Smith."