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Gene huffed as he attempted to shuffle around inside the cramped space, with, sod it all and let him die, Sam Tyler.
“I’ve been in coffins with more leg room!” Gene grunted as Sam accidentally elbowed him in the ribs.
“You’ve been in a coffin?”
“Metaphorically, like.”
“Then how do you know that-“
“Shuddup, I’m pretty sure they have more space than this stupid cupboard. Ever seen one at a funeral?”
“I thought they used caskets for funerals, and coffins for burials?”
“Oh, I’ll be using a coffin for both your funeral and burial if you keep going yammering on.”