The Breaker sounded sick. We were all
kind of hoping he’d throw up, but then again, he’d ruin the back of the
van. It would be all-out “Robot Chicken” claymation mess in there, and I
wasn’t about to clean that up!

Speaking of…

“What will we do with Play-Do over there?”, I asked the Repairman.

-Smartass

“Hang on,” the Repairman replied, after peeling himself off the back door and popping back into shape.

He started to check the boxes for the face. It was a slow task, given the speed, but he managed to search nonetheless. Once he saw the woozy Breaker’s eyes, he pulled out a small tablet and a sick bag. After dropping them into the box, he closed it. After a gulp, the moaning stopped.

“That should hold him over for a while,” he said, before losing his grip on the floor and once again splatting against the back doors.