“Probably better anyways. Means ya ain’t got much reason to drink yerself silly, huh?” He snickered, razor sharp teeth curling into a jolly grin. As the repairman explained himself further, it slowly began to fall as his eyes narrowed in thought. The oni scratched his neck as he tried to process this strange information. So some kind of superior being or whatever was breaking this wall? He leaned forward, resting his head on his hand. “Yer gods must be into some real kinky shit if they’re gonna bust down walls to spy on other folks when they,re alone… Then making one of their own clean the mess. Don’t think I’ve ever heard of more disrespectful shit in my life. Still, I can see why someone would follow that sorta ideology ‘n faith. Be hella nice to just knock on the doors of yer makers and ask fer some kinda explanation to the mess, no matter how dumb it is. Comfort in knowing, yeah?”

Arz paused when he felt a faint wind rush through the air. A nearby sign that hung above the door suddenly clattered to the ground from the force of it, its old chains finally losing its strength after years of abandonment. 

“Agh what a dump this dried out city is…” He muttered to himself, shaking his head. “Folks don’t usually stop by a place like this, not unless they ain’t got nowhere else to go. So what’s yer story then? Aside from master maid, I mean. Ya remember how ya ended up here or what?”

“…Actually, I don’t think they really do that much,” the Repairman replied. “It’s mostly the folks on this side that break the Wall.”

“…Comfort in knowing…” he echoed, mulling it over as he took another sip. He wasn’t normally the kind to discuss philosophy(theology?…artistry?…cartooniology?), but, what the hey, he was already talking about his job; why not go on?

Turning back to the other, he conceded, “Yeah, that could be it.”

He jumped a bit as the sign fell. Gosh, he never really noticed how deserted this place was. The Repairman was used to arriving after the fact, but this place looked like the fact’s grandchildren moved away years ago.

“Um…” he replied, rubbing his hand behind his head, “…I don’t really know how I get from place to place…”

He looked up, trying to think.

“I sorta just go in one direction. Next thing I know, I’m in the world I wanted to go to.”

Oh, dear. He really wasn’t used to asking these kinds of questions. Maybe it’d be best to show this guy.

“Something like this,” he said, getting up. He began sauntering in one direction, expecting to soon end up back in ToonTown, and then come back.