There are four other guys humping crates with us: Piers and Lucas, Paco and En. (I don’t envy Paco, having to keep up with En, who pops methamphetamines for breakfast.) All but Fraser are humans, which means we’re struggling with the limitations of human muscle (except for En, who either doesn’t know or care). Why didn’t the big bosses send along a couple of trolls to help out? The huge trog everyone calls Box could have tucked a crate under each arm and then fragging run to the truck.