The great white blinked, curiously nudging the empty tin can with the tip of his pectoral fin. “Tin can phone? Never ‘eard ‘f ‘em, sorry. Can’t say I’ve ‘ad the time to come through the loonier part of the hand-drawn district everyday. More so, it’s just a route to get from ‘ere to there. Never really stopped to see what anyone was doin’… apart from ‘em all screamin’ and runnin’ ‘way from me,” he added with an abashed chuckle. 

Humoring the Repairman, though, the great white dipped his head closer to the open end of the can. “’ow do ye use it? Like a phone? Reckon that’d explain the name…” he mused. “As long as I keep a fairly good distance- a half meter or more- from the magnet, it shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Heh,” the Repairman replied, looking back down into the inner workings, “I see. Yeah, it’s just a phone.”

He spoke into his can.

“Testing, testing…Okay, just act like it’s a normal phone, you don’t need to get too close to it…”

And with that, he began to climb down again. He was hoping his attempts to fix the doors didn’t affect the robotic arms he was too much…