The giant shark tilted his head at the plexiglass spectacles, eyeing them up with a hesitant expression. “Ye think there’s one in m’ size? Don’t ‘xactly ‘ave a human face,” Bruce began. Even though he was partially away that the Repairman could pull just about anything from his hammer space. Apart from an escape route.

“Well, that’s all right,” the Repairman said. “Lots of people don’t have human faces. I don’t.”

He pulled out another pair that looked identical to his. With a few clicks, the goggles were elongated and curved into something that would easily fit a shark.

“And that’s why I choose Ajax for all my protective eyewear needs!” the Repairman said, as if he was reading a script. He held his hand out as a ten dollar bill drifted onto it, seemingly out of nowhere.

“You ready?” he asked Bruce, holding out the adjusted glasses.