“Well,” I said, smirking at your obviously discomfort. “Now that you’re in disguise, we should probably go back and interrogate some toons”

I walked full circle around you and said, “I think it’s best of you stayed back, thinking on it. Stupid, psycho and Wheezy can watch you; you may have somebody who’s out to get you, and you’ll need protection”

-Smartass

“Protection, eh?” he echoed, sweetly. He did not ask if he would need protection from his protectors. He would just have to avoid eye contact, he guessed. Especially eye contact with the straightjacketed one, who the Repairman guessed was “Psycho.”

In any case, there was another issue.

“Interrogate some toons?” he asked. “But you don’t have any leads! It could be anyone, from that time-traveling horse to that hairy…orange…er, spoon, to—”

Suddenly, his siren light popped up, gently pushing his wig upwards.

“…someone in the Nega-Verse?”