Finster molded like a crazed man; the clay flew from his fingers, and he could not be distracted from his task, no matter how much Squatt and Bamboo tried.

There wasn't much else to do now that Lord Zedd had come back, and decided that three years of Galactic Overlord classes had made him Better at Monster Making than an artisan with centuries of experience.

He sighed; one day he'd be appreciated by someone -- but until then, there wasn't much to do besides practice his art.