Crystal took a bite of a pretzel spider, thinking on what sort of question to ask before she finally thought up a reply.

“Well… you said you’re a Toon, right? So …. what does that mean for you? Can you be stretched and pulled and not get hurt or….what?” she asked.

Bedlam rolled his eyes. “Ugh… look, as much as I’d love to stay for Q and A, I’ve got better things to do. Falcon, you coming? I’m going out haunting,” he told the masked demon.

Falcon looked between Crystal and Bedlam, seemingly a bit unsure as to what he should do. “…in this form, I might not be suited for hiding along with you…” he replied.

“Oh, go out and have fun. Maybe you can go trick-or-treating for a bit?” Crystal suggested with a smile.

“Hey, yeah! I’ll show you to how to do that! And while you’re grabbing treats for us to share, I’ll be pulling all the tricks!” Bedlam chuckled mischievously.

“Well, yeah,” the Repairman replied, happy that the subject changed, “we can shake things off really quickly. You saw me wake up just a minute after I was knocked out.”

He rubbed his temple a bit. It didn’t hurt anymore, but it felt right to illustrate his point.

“Doesn’t mean we don’t get hurt, but we do bounce back all the time.”

The Repairman blinked and looked up at Bedlam, somewhat curious about his intended activities.

He smiled encouragingly at the suggestion that Falcon trick-or-treats. With a getup like that, Falcon would definitely fit in.

However, he found Bedlam’s chuckling a bit concerning. Just how much scenery would the demon be chewing tonight? The Repairman would have to keep tabs.

But that would have to wait, as the inkblot suddenly felt a jolt from the siren light emerging from his head. Apparently someone in one of the many New Yorks glared at the camera or something.

He was very glad he had pressed the mute button on the thing long ago. Having that siren was awkward enough without it screaming.

“Heh….” he laughed nervously, “I guess that’s my cue.”