Builderman sat at the desk in his room, clicking his pen as he stared at the wall ahead. He had been trying to come up with new things to build to help the team, but nothing came to mind. His thought was probably because of the Spectre.

He let out a sigh and dropped his pen on the desk to rub the bridge of his nose. “God damnit, I can’t think o’ anythin’…”

He muttered, although more to himself. Builderman felt like he could never catch a break, even outside of matches.