“Who’s ‘she’?” I thundered, sounding disturbingly like a jealous girlfriend, “who are you working for??”

Greasy flicked open his switchblade. “Don’t make us get physical, you lump!”

We all moved around him, weapons brandished. “Come on! Tell us!”, I barked.

-Smartass

"Look,” The Breaker said, raising his hands defensively, “I just wanted my job to be easier, and she gave me the idea!”

He coughed.

“I’m not saying anymore until I get a lawyer!”

The Repairman rolled his eyes and pulled a briefcase from behind his back.

He nudged the Toon Patrol aside and opened the briefcase so only the Breaker could see the contents. The Breaker’s pseudo-eyes widened as he gasped.

“All right, you got me,” he said excitedly, reaching for the briefcase, “it was Nega-Minnie.”

After a moment’s pause, he looked at the camera.

“Bit of an anticlimax, wasn’t it?”

The Repairman winced, but said nothing.