Leaning back, he sighed, and the walls seemed to flex inwards and outwards along with his mighty breath. "...Now, what do you want? I hope you're not here to check up on that rush order -- because as much as I don't appreciate being asked to craft a whole platoon's worth of Diamond Dog armor with only two days' notice, I appreciate it even less having that pencil-neck Lieutenant Woodhouse sending badly dressed privates down here to check up on me."