After a bit of thought, the Repairman snapped his fingers.
“I got it!” he exclaimed. “You must be that Ki…d who went by ‘Number 3’ or something.”
He had to. Even if he knew the person behind the mask, even if he would look like a jerk or an idiot for it, his Toony instincts forced him to mistake the anon’s identity.
Siblings-a-Fixin' 