As per usual, Zak was tinkering away in his lab, a grease cloth tucked into the waistband of his tight black jeans. His either side was flanked by a Zak-bot, one blowing a fan on him and the other holding a tray with a glass and pitcher of water and some various snacks. Zak had grease and oil stains up to his elbows, a small wrench held between his teeth as he concentrated on the small task at hand. Currently he was attempting a hummingbird helmet, a little something to help Gourmand collect the nectar he needed for his next exotic menu evening. His hands trembled as he soldered a few tiny pieces into place, squinting to see the connections properly. "Zak-bot, gold solder." He demanded with a crabby, nasally voice, the one to his right hurrying to fetch the requested object.