I snorted. This little blot was scared of us after all we’d been through? Sure, we’re THE toughest things on the streets, but I felt we bonded.
……Ah, forget him! He’s just like the rest. Nobody wants to get to know us, fully. We can’t have our cake and eat it too. Although….

“You know, Ink Boy, I think you got something there about our jobs being similar…. You clean up messes too. Only our jobs are a lot messier.” I noticed the flashing lights. “Speaking of….you got an alert. You need a lift?” -Smartass

The Repairman nodded, sympathetically.

He was about to say "No, I don’t need it,” but stopped before the words could escape. Just ditching after all this? Really?

“That’d be nice,” he said, aloud. After a moment, he added, “But wait, didn’t we leave your car over in our Toontown?”

Ah, well. He was used to walking, anyhow.