“Alright then…?”

He set the Repairman back onto his desk, this time quite far from any edge. He had treads, yes, but he did have some hydraulics holding him up. So he emptied them back into their containers inside his undercarriage, his gear-like ‘belt’ making contact with the top and a small “poomf” sound effect had been played. Well, probably.

“So what’s the scoop?”

The inkblot was sweating somewhat. Well, no turning back now.

“You know how you said it was like a game…?” he began, quavering. This was killing him to say.

“Well, you’re…not wrong.”

Another crack in the Wall appeared in the office, and the Repairman winced.