Sunday November 5, 2006
Narrator:Commander Kevyn Andreyasn is alive, but right now he wishes he were otherwise.
Narrator:He is suffering from the pain of multiple muscle-tissue infarctions, chunks of him are dead, and his central nervous system is complaining loudly.
Narrator:He was buried for over an hour. His lover and his comerades in arms are now four miles away, and cannot hear him scream.
Schlock:So. . . where are we going?
Elf:Away. The gravesite hurts too much.
Narrator:Look who's talking.