“Well exCU-USE me!”, drawled Greasy, his voice oozing sarcasm. “We only just learned about this Nega-Verse thing and don’t know what it does!”

Stupid butted in “Since we’re aligned as Chaotic Neutral, are the version of us in the Nega thingy good guys or bad guys?”

I turned to Stupid, “That’s the last question I’m allowing. It’s like we spent three weeks just bickering back and fourth and’ve gotten nothing done! So after the…nice little blob finishes explaining to us what the rules are, we can get to work!” -Smartass

The Repairman side-eyed the green weasel, but said nothing. It was a fair point.

“Well–” he began, turning to Stupid.

He was quickly interrupted by the pink one’s outburst. He winced as he hears slight creaks from the Wall, but thankfully nothing else came.

“…I don’t know,” he replied, diplomatically. “I guess we’ll find out.”

After a moment’s thought, he concluded there was nothing else really to discuss. Thus, he turned his wheelchair around and started pushing his wheels. He stopped to look at the Toon Patrol.

“All right, let’s go!”

After all, he wouldn’t want to be accused of running away or vigilantism.