From bad to worse

"Explain this!" he said and thrust the bill at Cerebrum.
Cerebrum took the bill and scanned it. "Everything seems to be in
order. Wait, wait. Thanks for pointing this out. They're only sending
us three neural synchronisers, we need seven. I'll call them right
away and get it fixed."
"THEY COST TWENTY THOUSAND DOLLARPOUNDS EACH!!!"
"Yes, well, it's cutting edge technology, you know, it doesn't come
cheap. But how can you possibly put a price tag on furthering the
understanding of the human mind and brain. This is vital equipment
for my experiments. I'm close to a breakthrough in determining how
much electricity the brain can absorb from a Van de Graf generator
without a person losing the ability to talk normally. Surely you must
agree that this research is well worth the money, don't you?"
As if things were bad enough, Major Harris entered. Harris was not
in the best of moods but still he was remaining calm, if ought he
learn while with the STCP for the year he was with them he had learnt
how to control is anger better. But mind you it wasn't enough to
keep him from breaking a few limbs.
"Who's the joker who's billing the security department for ten
thousand pounddollars for shrink suppliers?!" Harris snarled.
"..err, I did." A man Harris did not know answered.
Harris learned on the desk and hissed. "Then you have made a very
big mistake! The department's budget isn't enugh for the running of
the department itself without the likes of you added to it!"
(Alright shrink, how do you responde to this?)