[ Oh, right. He had forgotten about that. Rolling his eyes, Rex takes a step back and pushes away the other LEGO's hand away from his chest, scowling at him. ]

Pffft, well, you're not wrong about me being a master builder. But I'd rather not call myself that, cause, you see...

[ Here it comes! ]

There I was! Traveling the sy-star system, when a giant meteoroid came and knocked my ship out and sent me hurdling towards a cold, and dark place... Un-dar the Dry-ar system. Have you heard of it before, Bad Cop? I bet you haven't. Maybe I was trying to stop Taco Tuesday and ruin President Business plan to destroy the Special. Why would I tell someone working with Business what my plans are? Anyways, I was left alone in that cold, desolate place for as long as I can remember. I mean, I managed to get out and all, but not through perseverance and hard work! I only managed to get out by breaking what I could around me, and using it to build myself a new ship. I'd rather not be called a master builder, but rather...

[He quickly turns his attention to the little stove Good Cop had set up previously, and tapped his hand against it - watching as it shattered into little LEGO pieces with a smile on his face. Sorry, not sorry! ]

A Master Breaker!