"This... This could be a great base for a big army," one of the Twelve whispered. "You've done in minutes what would have taken thousands of us a week of hard labour. And you did it entirely on your own! You didn't even break a sweat!!"
The Bulltor was just like the others, completely awestruck. Yet John didn't intend to stop at mere walls. He began pulling out his cannons, rows upon rows of them, and mounting them on the ramparts with ease. He didn't forget to add an edit to all the cannons program, one that worked on the general Bulltor race to avoid firing over his newly gained forces.
"As I expected, I'm still running a bit short on the cannons," he noted, looking at the gaps in his grand design. With a base this large, his existing stock wasn't enough to cover the entire base walls with cannons.
