Elf: ... So this dead guy isn't dead. The possum pitches a grenade right into the middle of the room.
Elf: I thought it was over. The room wasn't big enough to take cover in, and the grenade was gonna land between me an' the door. I just knew I was gonna die burning. Then you ate it.
Schlock: And then you knew that I'd saved you all?
Elf: Well, no. Then I thought that I was gonna die burning, and covered in burning crap.
Schlock: Somebody crapped? I don't get it.