mxbsterpotoroo:

Pinstripe raised a brow, still not believing the small blob’s story. He knew that anything dealing with maintenance especially with Cortex Power, His boss would have let him know ahead of time. 

 “So, what’s seems to be da problem?– Did da boss even tell youse what he wanted to be fixed?”

The potoroo fished for further information, hoping the repairman would spill his guts before he made him .

The Repairman’s eyes were darting back and forth as his mind raced. He couldn’t admit to lying now, and it seemed the mobster would be watching his every move. If he wasn’t careful, he would have to bypass the crack in the wall entirely and focus his attention on a generator or something. Well, he thought, back to vagueness.

“…Let’s just say that this reality has a few cracks in it,” said the Repairman, “and it’s suspected that one appeared here.”

The Repairman believed that this world had someone who went to other dimensions once, and he hoped he was right. This was already wasting enough time.