The Fourth Wall Repairman stepped into what looked like… a pencil-drawn studio?
Apparently one that had been deserted for some time. The walls and ceiling were coming apart. Oddly enough, a lot of the posters and some wooden cutouts of…someone…were all over the place, and seemed to be in pretty good condition for being abandoned.
As he went through the halls, he wondered why it looked like some things were operational. Maybe it was just a shoddy building, and the people had gone home for the day.
And then the inkblot saw a large machine of some kind. It had a huge tank of ink on one side, and a nozzle on the other. Obviously it had seen some use, as there was a large dried ink stain on the floor under the nozzle. Curious, the Repairman took a closer look at the stain to see what kind of ink it was. Within a few seconds, he recoiled. He had never seen ink like that!
He yelped as he backed into something, or someone…
Siblings-a-Fixin' 