We all started to laugh, getting louder,
but then we all must have remembered that it could kill us, so we all
trailed off a awkwardly at the same time.

“Good!”, said Stupid.
“He was beginning to give me a headache! Thanks mr Blob!”, he said,
shoving you through the window to the holding cell back into the
passengers seat.

“That don’t answer my question,” I said. “I
meant whadda we do with him once we get back home? It’s not like
Toontown even knows who he is. Or cares. ”
-Smartass

The Repairman said nothing as the weasels laughed at his predicament. It was kind of funny that he was the only one to get flung like that, but c’mon…

“Oh, sure th–eep!” was all that came out of the inkblot as Stupid crammed him into the front seat.

He turned to Smartass.

“I mean, couldn’t you…” he trailed off, thinking. “I mean, I could sue…no…Hmm…”

After a moment’s thought, he pulled out an AM radio.

“Hey,” he called to the back, pushing the radio through the slot, “could you set this to a public station and put it in the box with his face?”

He turned back to Smartass.

“Wait, is that considered cruel and unusual?”