“Seriously, though, are you ok? That looked kinda nasty.”

He looked at the odd inkblob toon. He’d maybe seen something like this back on Mobius, and maybe once or twice before while traveling. Before he could say anything else, the Repairman’s stopwatch clonked the bird lightly on his head and proceeded to fall right onto the Repairman.

“Ah! Geez, if I had a mobium for every time somethin’ hit my head…”

He grumbled, making sure his noggin was still in working order before returning to the inky fellow he’d successfully pranked.

The Repairman gave the bot an odd look. Was he new here?

“Um, yeah. I’m fine.”

The watch landed on his stomach with a soft squishing sound. He noticed it was still ticking. Wondering how much time he was saving, he moved towards his cart, which had folded like an accordion in the crash.

“Yeah, well, that’s ToonTown for ya,” he replied absently as he climbed onto the cart. He grunted as he pushed at the sides of it. Soon enough, it popped back into its regular shape (save a few dents).