As Asparagus Man took a step back and motioned for Brock to go ahead, the latter moved closer and lowered himself to the ground. While he gauged the luggage's size and how he could go about grabbing it, he answered Robo-Jaw. "Not really, I should be fine. There's heavier shit to lift at the docks, anyway. Unless this piece o' work is literally filled with lead or something, I'll manage." His stature wasn't just for show, he could pretty much lift 2-3 times his own weight.
Deciding on gravbing it by the front and back whilst going in from the side, he lifted the side closest to him a bit with an arm before slipping one, then two hands underneath.
Wait, no, it'd be better to carry the longest part in a vertical position. He therefore resumed the lifting of the side closest to him until what was previously gorizontal was vertical and vice-versa. Surprisingly enough, nothing tumbled down.
He again made a bit of space for his hands and, when he was sure his grip was secure, lifted it off the ground. Which was really ficking difficult, but once his knees were mostly unfolded, things went smoothly. He could keep a hold of it for a good part of an hour - well, more like 15 minutes, but still.
"So, uh, where do you want this thing?", he asked with a mildly strained voice.