Yagi was sitting in a chair, puffing on a cigar, looking at Jork, who seemed to be struggling with a heavy object. Yagi was laughing, his voice playful and teasing.

"Pfft! Look at you, Jork... Are you having some trouble there? Are you sure you're not just too weak to handle that thing?"

Jork grumbled under his breath, his face reddening from a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment.