"Covering a dead body with bologna sandwiches is not a real good way to hide it, Bis," said Bob.
"This sandwich tastes like ass," said Ann-Marie.
"Your mom tastes like ass."
"Your mom is an ass."
"Your mom's a piece of ass."
"You're an ass."
"Shut up," said Bismuth Sub-salicylate (called Bis by his friends). He was the one burying the cadaver in food waste. The other two shot him dirty looks down in the hole where he bent, smelling of bologna and mustard and rotting corpses.
"What's your problem, Bis?" demanded Ann-Marie, who was in a foul mood.
"Yeah," said Bob. "What's your problem?"
"That you guys won't shut up and help me. We are going to get in so much trouble, you would not even believe. And yet here I am, the only person doing any work. You guys are probably the most lazy-ass assholes I've ever encountered."
"No need to use dirty language," muttered Ann-Marie.
"This is ass," replied Bismuth. And tossed another bag of sandwiches over the stiff.