Sunday September 24, 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.