AWESOME! This was so much fun! OK, here's the final version:
Chester Peabody was rolling over in his grave. Literally. It had taken Rogue Thompson all night to find the right grave. It had been a damp night where the chill soaked deep into the bones, yet Rogue continued to weave his way through the gravestones, intent on finding one name.
"Found It!" he whispered to himself while clutching his dying, dimming flashlight. "Now what?" he asked aloud. He hadn't actually expected to find what he was after.
"Well obviously, we have to dig him up," his companion scoffed.
"I didn't really bring my 'digging up dead body tools' with me," Rogue shot back.
"What did you plan to do--sit around and wait for Mrs. Peabody to show up and do your job? There's only one way to find out who's really in there and you know it."
Rogue dug through his pockets before pulling out a utensil. "A spork will take too long. Go find the backhoe and hot wire it."
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