“What, b’sides everythin’ I knew ‘bout the reality bein’ suddenly shattered all at once?” the shark chuckled. “I think I’ll get over it. Though, I’m still a lil’ wary ‘f the whole humans-watchin’-me-without-my-permission sort ‘f thing. But I guess that can’t really be helped at the moment.” All he could do was make sure no paranoid thoughts crept in, or just go about his day like nothing happened.
The Repairman half-heartedly laughed with the shark. He didn’t believe it was going to be that easy, but it wasn’t his place. The humans watching, on the other hand…
“Eh, don’t worry, it’s not like it’s constant monitoring. Besides, they can’t really do much. Even if they don’t like you, the worst they can do is hope the odds are against you, or simply leave.”
He looked at the shark in good humor. “I’m sure you won’t have that problem.”
He thought it best to leave “writers” and “artists” for another time. Bruce probably needed a while to get used to Tooniness.
Siblings-a-Fixin' 