“Bloody hell, this is stupid.” Came Gaz’s complaint as he set down a crate loaded with ammunition.

“Bloody hell” You chirped back, his head turned to look at you funny, as if trying to guess if you were mocking him or agreeing with him.

“What, did I say it weird or somethin?” Gaz jabbed, his lip pursed slightly. He jumped into the load-out truck to grab another crate.