“Think we should just plug ‘em all back in, or do ye reckon that’ll take the whole underpass down?” Bruce asked, grimacing at the thought before glancing about his surroundings at the other’s inquiry. “Ah, aye! It’s up ‘ere. Ye want me to toss it down to ye? Unless ye’ve got somethin’ fragile in there I should know ‘bout…”

“Yeah,” the Repairman replied, “I don’t think we can. I forgot which wire was which, anyway.”

“Um,” he continued, eyeing the robots, “…I think I’ll just head back up.”

As he began his ascent, he was blocked by another white glove. This one was holding a non-copyright-specific cleaning pad, and it was clear it noticed the Repairman.

“On second thought,” the inkblot said, trying not to sound distressed, “could you drop the red toolbox down here?”