“I reckon this’ll be just fine,” Bruce answered, opening his jaws to clamp down on the fragmented piece of metal plate. He paused, though, glancing up towards the other still hanging from the height. “Ye need any help gettin’ down from there?” he asked. Granted, even a fall couldn’t kill a Toon, but despite the constant chaos and destruction of everyday life in Toontown, the shark was apprehensive about letting someone get hurt if he could easily prevent the injury.

The Repairman stopped trying to pull the saw out. He could wait up here a bit, if Bruce no longer needed help. Well, so long as he didn’t drip.

He decided to humor the shark, despite his lack of real danger. “Um, you could try and peel it upwards, I guess.”

That might makes his descent less drastic, and less worrying for the shark.