The Oblong Box

Dr Neuhart:
I might find myself buying your pretty little body one day for a guinea or two.

Trench:
Sir Edward. I thought you've been-

Sir Edward Markham:
Buried. Yes. Waking up in that horrible oblong box, no air to breathe, trapped and no escape. Earth raining down on the lid, every shovel full burying you more deeply.

N'Galo:
We have knowledge of things you know nothing of.