My run-in with Odai

In my apartment, we disconnected our phone land line, because we've all got cell phones.
The home phone and answering machine are still sitting on the counter, though.

Last night I got up at 3am to get a drink, and I noticed the answering machine was
flashing "1."

So I hit the button...a voice said, "Hi Slappy. We've never met, but you may have heard of
me. My name is Odai Hussein, son of Saddam. I hope your days are going well, friend. Heard
it's still pretty cold up in Boston despite the spring. Oh well, enough of the small talk,
let's cut to the chase. I've heard you got a pretty big basement in that house. Heard
you've thrown a couple of good jams. Anyway, I was wondering if I could rent it from you?
How about 2 camels, 3 16 year old virgins, and $2000 a month sound in exchange? I'll tell
you what, pal...you sleep on it. And in case you're wondering, I'm not doing anything bad
with it...just, um, letting some of my Olympic athletes mull over their losses while
wearing leather gimp suits, and I have to store some boxes of baking soda there. So Rob,
you go get a good night's sleep, and I'll be at your house tomorrow at 7pm. If you're not
there, I'll just kill your neighbors. Sweet dreams."

What do you think? 2 camels a month is a good deal