“Probably because doing so would break your precious fourth wall,” said the Narrator sarcastically. “Well, it’s been wonderful having you here, a real treat, but I’ll have to ask you to leave. If you haven’t already gathered, I don’t care about the fourth wall, and I don’t like having you cluttering up this office building.”

“—,” the Repairman started, then stopped.

He was used to others not really caring about his job, but the sheer snide of this voice…

He looked at the clutter he left around. Yeah, it was a bit much, but the inkblot liked to think he was good at cleaning up after a job well done. At the very least, he could move the stuff out of sight, and out of mind.

He silently pulled a bucket from his toolbox and began cramming the junk in there. It was a bit of a squeeze, but all the clutter fit in the bucket eventually.

Once he was done, he stuffed the bucket into his toolbox. His trowel and pail of cement came out, and the Repairman pushed everything further into the office.

“Don’t worry,” he finally said, as evenly as possible, “I’ll be gone once I’m done.”

He hoped that would be soon. He didn’t know when the trend of snarky or screwball narrators happened, but it really caused issues for him.