I was floored for a second, but then the exact answer hit me. I opened my yap and said, “We get the satisfaction of roughing up a guy the way we used to rough up innocent toons. But this chump deserves it! Plus it’s one less idiot on the streets that we have to deal with.”

I sighed and sat down. I looked up at the Repairman wearily, “you have no idea how tough our job is. It. Don’t. Stop! Never! Only toons can police toons because we can handle our own, but we can’t! Even with being chaotic neutral villains, there’s always dumb-asses on the streets. Stupid, common criminals that get caught and fill our jails. For a happy sunny place, Toontown is just as seedy as LA. ” -Smartass

The Repairman nodded. That seemed about right. He could appreciate a job well done.

He moved back about a step as the weasel sat down. He wasn’t exactly expecting this kind of weary heart-to-heart.

In spite of himself, he sat down next to Smartass.

It was true, the Repairman had no idea how tough the Toon Patrol’s job was. He was too used to following the same job endlessly to ever understand that.

Still, he could understand the job itself.

”…Sheesh,“ he replied, sympathetically. "At least the breaks in the Wall don’t run away…most of the time…”

He looked at his siren light, but decided now was not the time to say “speaking of which”.

“Still,” he said, not unkindly, “it’s good to see how…careful [the word still didn’t feel right with the Toon Patrol]…you guys are about all this. I, myself, am very grateful you were…”