Sunday 24 September 2006

Narrator: It has been ten minutes. . .

Nick: So. . . Um. . . Shouldn't somebody say somethin'?

Schlock: Soft loam. The worms were pretty juicy.

Brad: Now I really wish we had a box.

Nick: Maybe somebody else should say something.

Pronto: Isn't it supposed to be the person closest to the dead guy who talks?

Schlock: What? I'm not much of a speaker.

Elf: Fine. I'll say a few words. It's not like we were trying to keep it a secret.

Schlock: Keep what a secret?

Pronto: It'll be easier if you imagine us all in our underwear.