Our -- what? [Koby wastes precious time frowning over the unfamiliar word, He's sweating, slightly out of breath, glasses slipping down his nose until he shoves them up with a knuckle.
Then, shaking it off --] Right. Okay. That's -- it'll be good enough. [The angle and the fact that he was punching up, with hardly any leverage, means that Koby's not wholly satisfied with the size of the hole. But they do need to go, so he hops up onto Iggy's folded hands, reaching up and holding onto the edges of the hole, wincing slightly at the jab to his palms.] Okay, ready? Lift me up --
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Then, shaking it off --] Right. Okay. That's -- it'll be good enough. [The angle and the fact that he was punching up, with hardly any leverage, means that Koby's not wholly satisfied with the size of the hole. But they do need to go, so he hops up onto Iggy's folded hands, reaching up and holding onto the edges of the hole, wincing slightly at the jab to his palms.] Okay, ready? Lift me up --