The great white nodded, even though the other couldn’t quite see his reaction. The shark turned around, investigating his surroundings but not touching any device or even any walls lest the machinery accidentally roar to life and result in them being trapped further. 

“Think we can use the arms to pry open the tunnel?” Bruce suggested, calling back into the tin can. 

“Maybe…” the Repairman said, thinking about it. “…Except I don’t think they’ll listen to us. All the arm controls were unplugged.”

If he had had feet (or been on the ground, for that matter), he would have shuffled them. How was he to know? Well, they were labeled, but still.

A thought occurred to him.

“Wait,” the Repairman asked, “Did I leave my cart up there?”