The Repairman was currently the only light source in the underpass. His siren light blinked red, giving him barely enough to see the mess of wires and switches in the panel he was fiddling with.
He had no clue why an underpass needed to be automated. Or electronic doors. Or, for that matter, multifunctional robot arms. He guessed it had something to do with a surplus of Toon inventors in this area.
Still, no time for speculation. He had a job to do, and he was sure Bruce needed to go somewhere.
“Um,” the Repairman replied, uneasily, “I’m not sure. The sparks came from this outlet labeled…”
He peered at the label.
“…‘Arm B-3 Control’.“
After a moment’s thought, he continued, "Well, I don’t think it’s an issue.”
He unplugged the offending cord, and squinted to look at all the other labels.
Siblings-a-Fixin' 