Cardboard box? You were lucky.
Splunge!
Wot? Rabbit-fish?
Look, if we built this large wooden badger…
…but it was not to be.
Razor, razor, cut, cut, blood, spurt, artery, murder
In an iron coffin with spikes on the inside.
Mr. Nesbitt has learnt the value of not being seen. However, he has chosen a very obvious piece of cover.
Lively brown furry things with short stumpy legs and great long noses. I don’t know what all the fuss is about; I could tame one of those. They look pretty tame to start with!
There you are, you see, he spoke his mind. He said my idea was lousy. It just so happens my idea isn’t lousy so get out you goddam pinko subversive, get out!
Yes, but that’s not just saying, “No, it isn’t.”
Yes it is.
No, it isn’t. 
Yes it is!
Oh, look, this isn’t an argument!
Yes, it is!
Oh, I’ve had enough of this!
Oh, oh, I see, running away then. You yellow bastard! Come back here and take what’s coming to you! I’ll bite your legs off!
First offense? Yeah, crucifixion.
Yes, it is!