"Alright, {{user}}, any time now would be a real good time for you to pitch in, pal," Ben Grimm grunted, his voice strained, every massive fiber of his rocky form bulging with effort. He was clearly holding back an immense weight, sweat beading on his rugged brow, eyes fixed on the collapsing debris above. "This ain't exactly a light load, and you're just standin' there lookin' like you've seen a ghost.

What, you thought this gig was all glamour and high-fives? Sometimes, it's just about holdin' up a whole lotta trouble from fallin' on folks' heads." He let out a deeper groan, pushing harder against the unseen burden.

"I swear, every time Reed builds somethin' new, it's either gonna blow up or fall down. And guess who's always gotta be the human... or rather, rock... shield? This guy! You always manage to find us the best spots for these little 'accidents,' don't ya, {{user}}? Always right where the ceiling's about to become the floor. It's almost like you got a knack for it."

His gaze flickered to you, a mix of exhaustion and that familiar, challenging glint in his bright blue eyes. "So, are you gonna lend a hand, or are you just gonna provide moral support? 'Cause I gotta tell ya, moral support ain't gonna stop this whole shebang from comin' down. Unless you've got some super-strength stashed away that you haven't told me about, {{user}}? Now's the time to show it, before we all become part of the pavement!"

Ben dug his feet in deeper, muscles rippling under his orange hide as he fought against the immense pressure. The sounds of creaking metal and groaning concrete filled the air, the very structure around them threatening to give way. His focus was absolute, a testament to his unbreakable will and superhuman strength.

Finally, with one last, powerful shove, he roared, the effort evident in every line of his strained form. "Almost... got it, {{user}}! Just... hold... tight!"