“O-oh, okay,” the Repairman sighed, in a bad falsetto. He knew that dressing as a Boy Scout wasn’t going to work, but some Toony part of him had to try it.
He left, putting some distance between himself and the facility before taking off that stupid getup. He wondered how that shop had ready-made disguises for inkblots.
Well, he had to get to that break in the Wall somehow. Plan B: package for Cortex Power. He prepared a crate.