“Ah…” Bruce replied. “So, one ‘f those other…Toon worlds, eh?” The shark gave a nod, trying to still wrap his head around just a existential turn of events. “’ow many worlds do ye reckon there are out there? In regards to Toon worlds?” the great white asked after a moment of thought.
The Repairman moved as if he was going to speak, then stopped.
“…You know,” he said, after a brief pause, “I never counted.”
Thinking for a moment, he finally replied, “Over ninety years’ worth, I can tell you that much.”
He hoped that was a good answer. It was the only one he could come up with.
“Well,” the inkblot sighed, "it’s been nice to meet you, but…“
He tapped his siren light, which made a ‘tink’ sound. ”…I should probably get going. You sure you’ll be all right?“
Siblings-a-Fixin' 