The Repairman couldn’t help but wonder how Jingletooth managed to fit an entire mech suit in her closet. Well, obviously, it was hammerspace, but how long had that thing been collecting dust in there?
Whatever the case, Jingletooth’s maniacal laughter suggested this mech wasn’t a good thing. What was worse, a small red magnet had taken all of the Repairman’s possessions, except for a plastic toy screwdriver. Oh, boy…
The Repairman wasn’t even sure how he got roped into a duel with Beepsumu. They had just been discussing the fabric of reality. Then debating. Then arguing. Then feuding. Eventually money and dignity rode on the answer. Not having any other way to check, they had to battle. One a hardened mercenary, and one who never fired a legitimate gun. He just hoped he didn’t blow his own arm off…
Wha…Why was Bowyetta looking at him like that…? Her arrows didn’t seem all that friendly, either… And what was with the accusations leveled at him? Was it mind control, an imposter, or what? In any case, the Repairman hoped he’d be able to get out of this with minimal damage to either side…
Well, clearly, Bonkakira was no stranger to a good ol’ bar brawl. The Repairman discovered this firsthand when he accidentally sat in the same seat as one of her beloved cardboard cutouts. One thing led to another, and now the Repairman was holding up a chair defensively, hoping he could calm her down before they both got arrested..
Siblings-a-Fixin' 