America notices the poor kid struggling. Oh man, maybe he didn't stop to think how heavy it really was. He scratches the back of his head as laughs lightly and takes the box back (with one hand even), then places it on the ground right next to where he is working.

"Here, dude, just take out the nails in there and pass 'em to me! Saves me way more trouble than holding 'em in my mouth, ha ha ha! Man, I miss my power tools; I could've finished this way faster, but guess I should've imagined up some kinda generator." America rambles while turning back to the hull. "So, what're you gonna do once you get back home, huh?"