"Make it fasterrrr," she whines, muffled into her arm. She peeks up at him. He actually is almost done. She's going to have to drink so much whiskey.

"We're gonna have to clean the thing out," she mumbles, "before we can put any new mechanisms in there. Mm-hm." She pushes the bottle back to him. "You should drink more or you're gonna kill me. Come on, be more Scottish."