“I didn’t mean it like that, Inky. You’re obviously doing a good job, since it hasn’t come crashing down yet even with all the abuse it gets from us. It’s just I’ve never met someone made of ink before, and it’s kinda a novel concept.” Green pauses and starts to grin mischievously. “Does this feel like a ‘bunch of pixels’ to you?” he snarked, poking the Repairman rapidly in the sides.

“Green, you’re a ghost.” Vio reminded his rambunctious brother. “He can’t feel you anyways!” Turning back to the Repairman, he continued their earlier conversation. “Ah I see. Well then, what’s this Toontown like? We’ve got some pretty different people and creatures here in Hyrule, but I can imagine you’ve seen an even wider array!”

The Repairman replied, “There’re a lot of folks made of ink out there, lemme tell ya.”

“A-are y-ou sh-sure, V-Vio?” He shivered. Small spots of frost were visible where Green poked him.

He fetched a dark green scarf from one of his toolboxes and wrapped it around himself. Somehow, he seemed to shiver less already.

“Oh, Toontown? Yeah, there’s quite a variety there. You’ve got folks from most every universe hanging around. And the sights…”

He sighed. He liked going there.

“Used to be just farmlands and big cities, but now…” he chuckled, “now you can find pretty much any scenery there.”

He quickly looked around, to ensure he was using “scenery” in a non-interfering way. As he was about to continue, something occurred to him.

“Hey, I’m surprised you haven’t been there. There’ve been gaming folks hanging out in there since…”

The Repairman paused to think. Frequently traveling between universes had a way of messing with your internal clock and internal calendar.

“…the eighties?”

He offhandedly rolled some Scotch tape over that crack.