“Made fer it?” Arz mused, tilting his head slightly. He let out a small hum in thought before clapping his hands together. “Oh! I get ya! I got a buddy who’s made fer a job, too. So then if yer working on something yer whole life then that makes ya a master maid, huh?”
Arz hit the ground with the palm of his hand as he let out a full bellied laugh. It seemed a bit fast, but the scary face lit up into something more cheerful and vivid. His intimidating air suddenly became one of joy. The oni sat upright before leaning forward and looking down to the cartoon inkblot.
“I’ll be damned! Too many years in the land’v the living and I ain’t ever met a master maid. So? What they call ya? And what brings ya all the way in the middle’v nowhere? Hate to break it to ya, but Ooe’s kinda been off the radar fer a while now. It’s like tending to a dead man’s house at this rate. Yer better off saving yer tools fer bigger and messier jobs, ya know?” The oni snapped his fingers before pointing a claw at the Repairman. “But if ya got a glass in that fancy cart yer hauling, yer free to share a drink with me. Trust me, yer gonna need it here.”

“Master…” the Repairman echoed. The oddity of being called a maid escaped his mind completely, to be replaced with a sense of pride. He even found it easy to miss the joke, despite the laughter.

“I’m the Fourth Wall Repairman,” he replied. In any other situation, he would at least try to be careful with that information, but he was too flattered to consider that now. “I’m just checking this place, really.”

He looked around as the other described Ooe. “Looks like it. Gotta be sure though.”

Looking back up at the other, he realized a stop to the local bar might give him a better clue to the Fourth Wall’s overall state than just wandering around would. He dug into his blue toolbox and eventually pulled out an empty thermos.

“Will this work?”