"Aw, geeze. Move, ya dirty limey."

He sprawled out on the floor next to him, laughing as he did, and groping down under the dresser, trying to navigate around Jude's body in the narrow space to get the tool.

"Holy shit, does this go to Narnia?" He scooted forward, his shirt hooking up as he wiggled up against it, before his fingers finally curled around it. "Got it...shit."

He grunted as his head made contact with the underside of the dresser.