“Hah, really? Pretty classic stuff where I’m from, bah-hah-ha-haaa!”

After he’d stopped his odd chicken-y laughing, he also looked over at the painted wall. 

It was his best one yet. He’d recently been thinking about getting into digital art, but… All of those programs crashed so much… Traditional art couldn’t crash, but it certainly could get ruined… Oh well. An arm for an arm.

“It’s certainly not the only trick I know, though!”

“Is it?” the Repairman asked. “Well, it’s classic here, too!”

He wasn’t too surprised that Scratch considered it classic. Many Toons were aware of this kind of gag. Even if those same Toons fell for it several times.

“If all your tricks are that classic,” he said, cheerfully, “you should fit right in here.”

Suddenly, the stopwatch coughed at him meaningfully. Taking the hint, the Repairman pulled a blue toolbox from the bottom shelf of his cart and began rummaging for his clipboard. He was pretty sure he still had time, but it’d be good to check…