“Well. Um. Years ago, our leader, the Chairman, triggered an invasion of Toontown with us Cogs and had our headquarters built on the edges of town, and so far nobody’s bothered to really make peace between the two sides. There’s just too much prejudice on both sides. Cogs rarely’ve ever ‘killed’ a toon: we can really only sadden them, and I’ll admit to my fair share of greening. But cogs? Just one toon can take out probably 80 of us at once, maybe even more. We don’t get backups very often: in fact, us bosses are the only ones since we’re the master software…”

He sighed, folding his hands.

“I was created post-invasion, I don’t know what Toontown was like before we existed. All I know about most toons are that they’re here to toss pies at me and knock me straight off the Towers.”

“Geez…” the Repairman replied, shocked. He had never sat down to talk to an MMO character, so he had never known their lot in life.

The Repairman put his clipboard away, considering his options. The VP certainly wasn’t wrong about the MMO aspect of his world. From what the Repairman could gather, he was talking to an “enemy”. As this was a game, all these enemies eventually respawned, most likely. But would the VP believe him? If the VP believed him, what would happen? Would it make his job worse?

He swallowed. This was not going to be easy.

The Repairman believed he knew the answer, but he asked, “Why would they knock you off the Towers?”