Well, it was worth a look, and would fit completely with Lucifer's idea of a joke. Raphael organised them so they could heft the tiny building across a few feet, revealing the dirt beneath. He wrinkled his nose and retrieved his spade, wondering how deep they would have to go. He didn't want to... ugh, cut anything off.
"Careful how we go," he cautioned the others, pushing the blade of his spade into the dirt. "Just in case, will someone fetch the tarpaulin?"