“You….you fix walls with chewing gum?”, I
asked, not able to believe it. “No wonder they keep on breaking!” I
snorted and shook my head.

We each carried a box full of the
living lumps of Breaker to the back of the open truck and inelegantly
shoved them in there. We heard muffles curse words from whichever box
had his face in it. I hope for his sake he was upside down.

“So where to? Back to where we picked you up?”

-Smartass

“Look,” the Repairman asked indignantly, “do you fix the Fourth Wall? I know what I’m doing!”

He would have gone on a bigger tirade, but he had been sculpted, splattered, framed, and terrified today. It just wasn’t worth it at this point. Besides, the Toon Patrol had just helped him with those nasty rumors.

He sighed.

“Sorry, just…yeah.”

After a moment, he sighed.

“Yeah, that would be nice, thank you.”