Dick stuck out his tongue in great concentration. Slowly, carefully, he lowered the gingerbread roof onto the walls. The clumsy walls stuck together and to the roof with far too much frosting, an overcompensation for the last three attempts. And then… it collapsed. He stared for a moment before slapping his hands dramatically on the table and standing.

“I quit!” he announced loudly, huffing as he dropped his hands. This was dumb. He wasn't an architect, damnit!