The Repairman dreaded going to space. Not for lack of air or agoraphobia, not even for fear of what could be in space; he loathed it because his inky body seemed to move every which way in low-to-zero gravity.
Still, a job had to be done, so he packed his things and headed to Space Junk Galaxy. He wondered who’d break the Wall in a system that hadn’t had any notable activity for years.
As soon as he went from Lower Toontown to Space Junk Galaxy, his whole body began churning, and he quickly started to look a little green.
Bear with it, this’ll be a quick job…
And then groaned as he saw that the break in the Wall was on the other side of a vast empty space. He slowly moved to the edge and looked around, seeing if there was an easy way there. There didn’t seem to be one, but he could have sworn he did something move in the distance…
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Actually, more like he saw something moving from a distance. Now, his eyes weren’t lying at all. There was something moving. It was big as if was a moon. It was a palace, but no, more like a ship since this big thing moved on its own. It was a palace and a ship—no wait. A starship. That’s more like it.
The Repairman couldn’t help but gawk at this spaceship. At the very least, it distracted him from his nausea, and it was quite a sight.
He shook himself, and got back to the job at hand. He didn’t want to just jump across the gap (not in his state, anyway)…
His siren light blinked a burning bright red as he dug in his toolboxes for something to help. A vaulting pole? A miniature catapult? A springboard?
None of them seemed to help…
As he dug through his inventory, he failed to notice that the starship was closer still. He pulled out an armful of planks and began to build a bridge between his platform and the crack in the Wall.
He was still oblivious to the fact that this gap was apparently in the path of the starship, even as it was less than two-hundred feet away from him.
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