"Okay, get read for this thing to be a bitch...there!" Josh tosses the spanner behind him so he can get his other hand on the engine block because Jesus Christ Christmas cake this fucker is heavy. A grunt slips out of his throat as he hefts his side of the engine up.

Luckily they're not trying to move it very far but Josh is still sweating by the time they put it down, chest heaving with every breath he takes. He just needs a minute. Josh was never the strongest of even his group of friends. Where's Matt when you need him anyway?

"Sh...she's heavier than she looks." Josh finally mutters, shooting Han a conspiratorial glance as though the speeder might be listening.