Charlie, Matt, and Shelia braced their backs against the door as it rocked and wobbled from the heavy punches being slammed against it from the other side. “Now don’t panic,” Charlie said nervously as he scanned the storage room for anything substantial enough to brace against the door, “I'm working out a plan.”
“Isn’t that supposed to be your line,” Shelia sniped sarcastically at Matt.
“You know, if you were fatter, I think I’d like you more right now,” Matt grunted as he strained to keep the door shut.
“It’s pushing the door open,” Shelia hissed as her feet skidded.