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.