so i wasn't there... at least not in this corporeal form, that is... but my thinking as to how it went down was something like this:
MP calls up crane and says we wants a bunch of cams, here be our numbers. crane says: okie-dokies, one min plz. and then they go and pull their cores that are *close* to the numbers MP wants and then just give them a pass thru the grinder to make 'em so. then maybe they give them a stamp to id them, maybe it's the RO number or whatever Jimmy two nuts feels like is the number to stamp that day or the only part of the phone number he can remember from that blonde down at the belly up bar last week and they get shipped back to MP for repackaging.
then back at MP jimmy two nuts cousin who just loves his joe job is unpacking the cams and matching up things and stuffs while throwing down paint daubs and runs out of green. so instead of bugging his buzz cut manager who's already riding his *** for being a dirt ball slacker that smells like the reefer he just figures: i'll put three white dots instead of two green and i'll totally remember and write this down when i'm done with this set of them.
and the rest they say, is history.