“Done with what?” asked the Narrator aggressively. “With repairing the fourth wall, is it? You can’t just come in here with that kind of singular purpose, that drive to do something ridiculously uncomplicated, that…” His words were growing confusing now, muddling together as the Narrator himself lost the detached calm in his voice. “You can’t… pressing buttons… You can’t just come in here and press buttons like…”

He stopped. His voice, small and quivering, seemed to rise from the floor rather than the ceiling. “Leave,” he said. “I’m – please, leave.”

“With repai– Yeah, but– Why no– It can be– Wha–”

The Repairman was having a hard time keeping up as the Narrator became more aggressive and incoherent, and so he had little chance of getting a word in edgewise. He lapsed into silence as the voice did.

He sighed. He really was botching this one, wasn’t he? It wasn’t like he was given any protocol for this kind of thing (then again, he had never gotten protocol for any aspect of his job).

He found himself slowly heading back to the door he came into, while uneasily saying “…Maybe I can come back to finish it off later…”

He covered the crack he caused in cement as quickly as possible as he continued back. He hoped that answer would satisfy the Narrator. He’d hate to have to sneak back in.