“W-worse? Where’ve you BEEN where there’s worse?”

This chicken wasn’t exactly used to multiple realities. Had he forgotten about that time he’d met a literal extraterrestrial prince? Perhaps he had, magnets are never good for any sort of drive, and the gravity plate certainly was no exception.

“You must get around a lot! Or are you just naturally around when there’s chaos?”

“Well,” the Repairman began, still in the mindset of the Fourth Wall, “there was that one empty office, that one lot in Burbank, several New Yorks…”

He trailed off, realizing it would take forever.

“…You could say that. It keeps me busy, that’s for sure.”

He extended a hand.

“I’m the Fourth Wall Repairman. And you are…?”

Of course, he immediately realized introducing himself could be an issue, but it was too late to back out now.