With a small exasperated sigh, Skizzleman stepped back from his base to take a general look at how things where moving along so far. It was... progress. Definitely can be called progress... After a minute or two of looking at his base in silence, a tired groan left Skizzle as he hung his head, slightly defeated and ready to just give up for now so he can go bother someone else to regain some energy lost by his project.

"At this rate, I'd rather sleep in a tent..."