Neither Can I

Jones can't breathe normally anymore, neither can I!

We are trying to think of something we can use to get us out of this situation. We are locked together in a wooden crate that has now been buried under the ground.

Jones, can you move your legs? Neither can I!
Jones, can you move your hands? Neither can I!
Jones, can you move your head? Neither can I!

It seems there is absolutely nothing we can do. How did we end up in this situation in the first place?

You see Jones has been stealing chickens from this farmer for a few years now. Every week he snaps a few of them from his chicken barn. Yesterday he was at it again but this time the farmer had seen him. The farmer followed him home where I was patiently waiting to start the weekly chicken eating feast.

Immediately after Jones closed the door behind him somebody knocked on the door. We duck-taped the chickens so that they couldn't make any noise and put the in the closet.

We opened the door...

Without any questions the farmer knocked us both out using a baseball bat he had taken with him. When I woke up, Jones was still unconscious. He is lying next to me.

We are both tied up and have been laid in a wooden crate that is in a hole the farmer has dug. The farmer is coming. He now places a lid on the crate and nails it shut.

When Jones finally became conscious the farmer was already filling the hole the crate was in.

I guess we did not know who we were messing with, we have been buried alive for stealing chickens. We can't move, the air we breathe is becoming thin, that's the last time I'll ever steal a chicken again. Don't get me wrong, the chicken's were delicious. It's just that I'm losing conscious because there is no oxygen left in here!