Narrator: Sub-basement "C"
Elf: Sergeant, pop the lid. We need to have a look.
Elf: Hmmm. . .
Elf: It would be a lot easier to tell who this is if the head was included.
Yomingan Guard: The pile of ash is the remains of the King's head. Chemical analysis matches perfectly.
Schlock: It doesn't matter. I can tell it's him.
Elf: How?
Schlock: The body smells right.
Elf: Are you kidding me? The body smells like burned meat and blood sausage. I'm pretty sure that isn't his cologne.
Schlock: Past that. Underneath that. Xinchub had his own smell, just like you have your own smell.
Schlock: I carried Xinchub to our brig a year ago. I know his smell.
Elf: The Doctor is still going to want a sample for analysis.
Schlock: Right. I'll get it. I need to have a taste, anyway.
Thom: Commander, I. . . I need to go change my helmet.