“Stupid pulled the car- and I mean pulled cause I don’t trust him behind the wheel- out to the front of the building while we was talking before.” I said, standing up and brushing fine plaster dust off my keister.

Shortly after, the Breaker was boxed up in the only things the boys could find that were suitable enough: those cookie tins that grandmas store sewing supplies in. Apparently they stole them out of the Breaker’s room where he used them to hold paper clips that he stole like trophies every time he broke a wall. Yeah…I didn’t ask. Didn’t wanna know.

“We ready to go, blob?”

-Smartass

"Ah,” the Repairman nodded, noting how strong Stupid seemed to be. And, well, if his name was any indicator, the inkblot didn’t exactly blame Smartass.

“Oh, hang on a sec.”

He pulled out a rather large wad of ACME Pre-Chewed Gum and stuck it into the nearby crack in the Wall.

“All right, ready!”