I rolled my eyes and watched him scoop himself out like sticky black gelatin and snapped impatiently, “I told you; we’re both! Gangsters with badges. We got the law on our side, then we sometimes break it.”

I put my hands in my pockets, only to find that a smear or two….or three of ink from the little blob got on my suit somehow. I scowled, and pulled out a small vial of matching paint and a brush and dabbed the smears over with expert skill.

“So are we gonna get this started, or are we just gonna keep yakking back and forth with each other, buddy?”, asks Wheezy, before he breaks into a coughing fit.

-Smartass

“Right, right.”

He winced as the pink weasel noticed the stains. He silently thanked his lucky stars that it was an easy fix.

He peered through the clouds of smoke that appeared with the coughs. Oh, boy. He was gonna need to produce his gas mask, wasn’t he?

The Repairman pulled it over his head.

“Uh, all right,” he replied, somewhat muffled by the mask. "Where to?“