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The eight foot tall oni sat in silence as he stared at the toon before him, narrowing his red eyes as he inspected him. Of course, he never meant any harm despite his suspicions. After all, while guests were rare crossing the boarders to world, they were never unwelcome by the tribes in the mountains. To see a newbie after so long was a nice surprise. 

But that didn’t change the fact that his bone crushing teeth, rock smashing arms, and monstrous appearance made him look absolutely terrifying. 

“I don’t get yer shtick,” the oni flat out stated, uncrossing his arms before hopping back on his feet. “Ya sure travel with a lot’v tools… Are ya supposed to be a traveling maid ‘r some shit? Seems kinda weird that yer willing to crawl through hell’s anus just to clean up a mess, yeah?”

The Repairman blinked in surprise. He had never been called a maid before; he was more used to either handyman-related names or inkblot-related ones.

Still, he wasn’t sure what this massive creature was up to (or even what he was, for that matter), so he decided not to press that issue. Even so, he had to say something to defend his job, so he said, “It’s easier when you’re made for it.”

Whether or not this was true, the Repairman couldn’t really say, but it was nice to think it was.