“Well, like what?” the shark asked. Oh, boy. This guy was just
full of riddles, wasn’t he? Nonetheless, the great white attempted to
keep his patience, and temper in check. The other was just trying to
help, after all. With…whatever he had been doing before.
The Repairman started sweating. All he came to this universe for was a check-in on the Fourth Wall (as there was a sudden surge of buzz about this area). He really didn’t expect to be probed so much here, but here he was, explaining Tooniness to a shark unaware of his own.
Judging by the further questions and the look on the Great White’s face, he wasn’t doing a very good job.
“Erm,” the Repairman tried, gesturing towards himself, “for one, blobs of ink don’t talk or move around in what the artists call ‘the real world.’ So… it’s funnier…when…they do…?”
He coughed. Using himself as an example might not have been the best idea.
“Let me try again. A battle of wits between a talking rabbit and a talking duck is usually a lot funnier to onlookers than a normal rabbit and duck in the same room.
“So long as it keeps the audience,” he continued, wincing as he said audience, “entertained, both the Toons could do and survive most anything.”
He looked at Bruce hopefully.
Siblings-a-Fixin' 