014. Reach
"Just a little bit higher," Maverick said for the eightieth time. He perched on the arm of the chair, watching Iceman as he tried to hang a picture.
"If you want it any higher, it's going on the fucking ceiling."
"Just reach a little higher."
"Mitchell, I'm not kidding; I will kill you in your sleep."
"Fine, Kazansky. Put the picture wherever you want. I don't even like it."
"Why have I been holding this thing for the last half-hour if you don't even like it?"
"Oh, reaching does excellent things for your ass. Trust me."
Ice could've killed him.