Hearing the sudden entourage of clattering noises and clangs of metal, the great white quickly dashed back towards the hole, straining his eyes to catch sight of whatever sign indicated that his companion was unharmed, if calling out wouldn’t work. Bruce was about to shout until he heard the faint but audible voice of the Repairman and the shark let out a sigh of relief. 

“Ye ‘ad me frightened there for a moment. Thought I dropped it on yer head,” the great white answered as the Repairman climbed back up the stairs towards the shark.

“Eh, wouldn’t have been the first time that happened,” he said evenly. Being a Toon, it wasn’t that big of a problem. Sure, it hurt, and sometimes even stunned him, but he could always recover.

Once he was out of the hole, he dug into his toolbox for a moment and produced a handheld circular saw. It had clearly seen better days, judging by most of the yellow from the handle being gone, and its overall unclean appearance. It clashed a bit with the Repairman’s inky form visually, but then, what didn’t?

“Want to just open the door?” the Repairman asked meaningfully.