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“So…you’re the guy who repairs the fourth wall when it’s broken, right?”

Jim looked at the gaint crack on said wall, and back at the waiting blob of ink.

“Peter did it, I swear!”

“Yup!” the Repairman replied, matter-of-factly. “And I can guess why I’m here again…”

He shook his head at the worm’s feeble excuses. Given what little he remembered about this world, it really could have been anyone.

“Yeah, thanks,” he replied, without thinking. “I already knew–”

His bucket fell with a clatter as his hands covered where a mouth would be. He appeared to be sweating a bit as the crack got even bigger.

After that suspenseful moment, he sighed.

“I can see why it happened so often back then,” he remarked. “…But why the sudden lull?”