The scene is this: two friends have just returned from the friendly neighbourhood vending machine, one carrying her spoils in the form of a plastic bottle of orange juice. They settle in an office to chat for a few minutes and enjoy some cookies and samosas with the help of the miraculously thirst-quenching juice.
Therese: Mmmmmmmm... good samosas. And now for my beverage...
*grabs bottle and begins to twist top off*
Therese: gah! grmph! gwa!
*continues to attempt to twist bottle top off... using her entire body and nearly falling off of her chair in the process*
Therese: Do you have this problem??
Jenn: *stifling a giggle* Not really... need some help?
Therese: NO! I can do this!
*the battle continues, the chair now turning slowly with the force of the effort*
Therese: *now with her back to Jenn* STUPID NOODLE ARMS!!! Gah!
*the bottle top FINALLY succumbs to the might of Therese's grip*
Jenn: You know, I love that every time you open a bottle of juice, it involves you nearly falling off your chair.
Therese: It does doesn't it?? Hm. Stupid noodle arms.
Jenn: Indeed it does. Can I have some of your juice?