Ford could amuse himself by watching his brother struggle to adjust the glasses on his face without the use of hands, or he could have mercy and offer him some help - the decision is a difficult one, but ultimately Ford's better nature wins over. With a snort of amusement, he reaches over to adjust that wayward arm and hook it over Stan's ear before he dislocates his shoulder trying to accomplish the same thing.

"I thought I was the scrawny twin." He says wryly, as the draw ever closer to the cabin. "I suppose I should consider that a status upgrade."