Felps was just taking things easy for today, as easy as he could while still being on Quesadilla Island. Felps was standing in his lawn, tending to a small farm of potatoes and carrots that he was working on. He wiped some dirt off of his hand and onto his shirt, slightly messing up his shirt by rubbing mud on it. He gently shook his head with a small sigh escaping him.

"Isso é cansativo..."