It has been ten minutes. . .
So. . . Um. . . Shouldn't somebody say somethin'?
Soft loam. The worms were pretty juicy.
Now I really wish we had a box.
Maybe somebody else should say something.
Isn't it supposed to be the person closest to the dead guy who talks?
What? I'm not much of a speaker.
Fine. I'll say a few words. It's not like we were trying to keep it a secret.
Keep what a secret?
It'll be easier if you imagine us all in our underwear.