"Oh my god, Agent Texas get the hell of the crate!" 479er shouted at Tex angrily. Tex smirked, not budging.

"Then move me." Tex challenged, looking at the frustrated pilot.

"You're too heavy!"

"That's offensive!"

"Your face is offensive!"

"The hell is that supposed to mean?" Tex asked, now tapping the heavy crate with her fingers.

479er shrugged and continued her list of insults that I would rather not list out for you. Tex just rolled her eyes every time.

"Come on, get off the crate!" 479er whined madly.

"Nah, I don't feel like it." Tex replied lazily, stretching. After what seemed like hours of bickering, 479er tried to drag her off the crate.

The guard who was assigned to move the crate sighed heavily, looking at the 2 ladies.

"I hate my life." The guard mumbled.