The Fourth Wall Repairman wandered around the back parts of the lot. It had been more than a decade since he had to frequent this place, but he still had to revisit it from time to time.
Now, however, he thought he’d try and find out why this place was such an issue for him in the ‘90s. Sure, he had caught glimpses of squirrels, mimes, mice, and 30’s-looking characters (just to name a few), but their actions were rather fast; the Repairman often lagged far behind to fix a variety of breaks left in their wake.
And, well… they were main characters, and this was their universe. Talking to them during the show just wasn’t an option.
The Repairman sighed. Ah, well. Maybe he could find someone to ask, now that he didn’t have to worry about all that so much. Might as well do something while he tried to figure out where the break was this time.
Siblings-a-Fixin' 