Narrator: Commander Kevyn Andreyasn is alive, but right now he wishes he were otherwise.
Kevyn: NNNNGGGHH..
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.
Kevyn: AAIEEE!
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.