“We got friends in high and low places.” I say, with a slight smirk.

“It was easy for us to get the gossip from Toontown’s Underworld. Unfortunately, we can’t find out who started the rumor. We know a lot; but we don’t know everything,” chimed in Wheezy, blowing a puff of smoke into the Repairman’s….would you defer to that as a face? I guess…his face.

I said, “It’s tough, ya know? But we do what we can. And don’t you worry none about our work for Doom. That’s all in the past. We do good around this town for a hefty fee, and that’s all that matters to us.”

Still pacing, I light up a stoagie I had in my pocket. “No enemies, huh? You ain’t met anybody in your travels fixing walls that didn’t want you to do it?”

Stupid cut in, “I got a question! What’s a fourth wall made of?”

-Smartass

The Repairman, despite likely not needing to breathe, found himself coughing and sputtering from all that smoke. And, on top of that, the blue one’s actual breath…

He nodded, still uncertain, but he felt it best not to question that issue anymore.

“Well,” he replied, tentatively, “I have known a few, erm, ‘repeat offenders,’ but most of them were fine with me cleaning up after them…”

He paused to consider who might have wanted to stop him, and whether or not he should report them.

His train of thought was interrupted by the fat weasel.

“Oh,” he said, absently, “probably made mostly of cement, fiberglass, and electrician’s tape at this point.”