“I will be, just gotta shake it off!” The rabbit answered, pushing himself up into a sitting position. “This happens all the time.” He said with a dazed laugh.
“Oh, alright then,” the unnamed Toon sighed, relieved. He picked up a bucket that was lying next to Roger. The bucket had a rather oddly-shaped dent. The inkblot tried to avoid eye contact with Roger.
“Sorry about that,” the Repairman said awkwardly, placing a hand behind his head. He looked up. “I didn’t think that plank was that long…”
Siblings-a-Fixin' 