"I am not snailish." Chris said acting mad as he folded his arms across his chest. "Fine then I will be wait for that day and when you tell me it will be you who is being called slow and old." He told Jenn. "Oh so you're calling my ugly. Thanks. But see when you can fit into small places I can do this." Chris said and stood up. But then he picked up Jenn. "What are you going to do now?" He asked.