Yoshi let out a slight grunt as he smashed his ax down into a large piece of wood cutting it clean in half leaving the ax stuck in the log underneath. Though he had no gloves to keep his hands from the vibrations he had grown used to the feeling long ago, getting his hands callus to all pain in them. He had cut a large pile, almost up to his pectorals. He didn't have anything better to do, and this was one of the only real jobs he could do and actually make a profit. Yoshi sighed as he grabbed his ax once more, and like always, he felt the urge to swing it with content as he always did. Though he hated himself for fighting, it was all he knew how to do so it was only natural to want to try it again. Suddenly he remembered, his only friend was coming over today. 

Slightly freaking as his house was a mass, he knew he'd have to clean the place. Grabbing his broom the man started to move all the dust to his best towards the outside, placing his many jars in his crooked cupboards.