“Guess it’s pretty universal then!”

Scratch was going to say more, until he had been interrupted by the wheezing of the toon’s stopwatch. Now, even for living in such a toony world, that was a new one for a stopwatch. Usually they were oversized cuckoo birds. He had one once, actually. But sadly, it’d been destroyed one afternoon by anyone-could-guess-who.

“WO-HO-HOAH! What’s all that for?”

“Huh?”

The Repairman, having seen practically every artistic walk of life, found it easy to forget that others often have not. However, as he turned around, he noticed Scratch eying his watch.

“Oh, this?” he asked, holding it up so the Badnik could have a better look. “This is just a stopwatch I rented–”

The stopwatch coughed again, this time in annoyance.

“–temporarily hired to help me see if this shortcut works out. Sorry, Doris.”

Doris only let out a small “hmph” in response.

“Aha,” the Repairman continued, somewhat embarrassed, “I’m just so used to using inanimate tools…”