Teff: Hold up, he's sliding off the sheet.
Kengarff: I doubt he cares. He's dead, Teff.
Teff: He's also juicy and leaving a streak on the floor as we go.
Kengarff: Awww. . . It's my week on cleanup, too.
Kengarff: You know, if you were a true friend. . .
Teff: I'd help you move the body. Oh, look. I already did.