“Aye, good idea,” the shark answered, giving a nod before opening his jaws, moving towards the metal plate ripped open until he felt the tips of his pearly whites brush the steel surface, producing an ear-splitting screech. Jaws clamped down tight and a ton or so amount of pressure dug into the metal. Bruce angled his head, pulling the ripped up part of the metal plate back and rays of light burst through the opening. 

The Repairman couldn’t help but wince at the noise as Bruce peeled the door. He gripped the saw tighter as the vibrations and the screeching caused him to shake.

He quickly adjusted, however, and looked down. It looked like it took no effort on the shark’s part to tear through the door. Better still, the inkblot could see light from here.

After a few seconds, he called out, “All right, you think I can come down now?”