Scratch watched as the inkblob started failing as he tried to explain. He wondered if this happened often to this poor guy, or if he was just touching on weird universal stuff between canons. Wait, what’s a canon? Why are all these words about higher dimensions suddenly popping into his head?

“ One of those cats I saw, at least I think they were, nearly mistook me for one, until his buddy said something about me being a little short for a Legal Eagle. ”

And the Stormtrooper joke went right over your head, Scratch.

“Well,” the Repairman said, wryly, “I’d never be fit for that, then.”

He climbed down the ladder, shaking his head.

“Well, I might need to get going soon,” he said, looking at Doris. “Just be careful if you go back to the polygonal ToonTown. Heck, be careful here!”

He folded the ladder up, packing it and the spray adhesive back into his toolbox.

“Good luck,” he waved, pulling a crash helmet from off-screen and donning it. He had a feeling about the particular New York he was visiting. Like he might have to deal with that one rabbit-creature again.