The great white was silent with puzzlement, tilting his head. Had there been some unspoken rule in the other’s community about not giving themselves their own name? “Toons?” the shark asked, perking up at the unfamiliar term.
“What’re Toons, ‘xactly?”
The Repairman’s eyes widened as he shifted back slightly. This guy had never heard of Toons before? But he was one, right? CG, but still a Toon! Still, the Repairman quickly regained his composure. This was a somewhat more reserved universe, he reasoned, so it was a natural question for a shark to ask.
“Oh, you know,” the Repairman said, a tad reluctantly, “…cartoon characters.”
Ugh, he hated having to call Toons “characters.” Made his life more complicated.
Siblings-a-Fixin' 