The Chilean miners have apparently formed a pact with one another, that they will share all the proceeds of the inevitable book deals about their ordeal share and share alike.
Since it doesn’t matter what they say, herewith my humble suggestions as to what their first words upon returning to sea level ought to be:
*“Put me back! We only got down to 18,732 bottles of beer on the wall!”
“Apparently now that we have been evicted from our hole in the ground, we will have to go and live in the lake!”
“Oops! I saw my shadow - six more weeks of winter!”*
Your suggestions?
Regards,
Shodan