To the shark, who had gotten used to a good number of antics, Bruce only shook his head with an amused grin before glancing back to the door. The great white leaned over towards the Repairman, signaling the other to help him put on the protective goggles. As great as fins were, they couldn’t hold much and their dexterity was limited, at best. 

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Bruce answered, plastering an expression of confidence across his face. “Let’s do this.”

He carefully put the goggles over Bruce’s eyes (after pocketing the ten, of course). The Repairman couldn’t help but notice the shark’s confidence.

Well, why wouldn’t he be? He’s a great white!

After a quick nod, the Repairman tried showing a similar expression as he stepped back and revved the saw up. He managed to hold that demeanor as he pressed the tool against the metal door.

And then the saw shot up the door, pulling the inkblot with it and sending sparks everywhere.

After a couple of seconds, the Repairman stopped screaming and turned the saw off. Well. He was now dangling a few yards off the floor, with an uncooperative saw.

“Um,” he turned to Bruce, embarrassed, “I think you can start peeling now.”