Beep thought she caught a glimpse of the ceiling falling apart again, but she said nothing, and instead looked away with a guilty expression. “I-I’m sorry, I don’t understand…” Well, she actually DID understand, but the less she said about it, the less likely things were to fall apart. So, she continued to work on the arrows in silence, until..

“Excuse me! Beep, Mr. Sir!”

Another arrow came down the stairs, with the bungee cord wrapped around his “head” like some sort of ridiculous hat. “Um, how are the arrows coming? I’m asking because… Well, Vinny’s having some trouble with Bowyetta, you know how she gets when she’s upset…”

“Oh, you know, when–” the Repairman started to explain, before slapping a hand over where his mouth would be. “…Ah, right. Never mind.”

The Repairman had trouble seeing the chaos that resulted when he was paralyzed, so he had little context for what the arrow was saying. Still, it sounded bad.

“Um…” the Repairman replied, looking at the pile of eight or nine arrows he still needed to fix. He had just finished fixing the first one to get smashed, or at least not dented.

“It’s gonna be a bit, but we’re working on it,” he finally said, not unkindly. “I’m sure they’ll all be fine after this…”