Angie looked around for something or
someone, but the shop was empty. It was just the two of them, and it was
probably for the best.

She was starting to regret her decision
about giving the Repairman The Shotgun. She hadn’t served the drink in
years, and now she knew why.

After several disturbing seconds,
Angie noticed that his giggling fit had ceased. She cautiously stepped
forward. “…Everything alright in there?”

The Repairman didn’t seem to notice as Angie stepped forward. He just sat there, staring at the table in front of him. Then, as she was close…

BLAM!

He shot up like a rocket, creating a new and messy skylight in the cafe. Thankfully for Angie’s shop, he fell down the same way, landing with a splat and quickly reforming. He started bobbing his head back and forth, humming without a tune but with a consistently rapid tempo.

He ran around the shop multiple times in this manner, before finally stopping, apparently noticing the hole he created for the first time. After a silent moment of contemplation, he turned to the coyote.

“Icanfixthatnoproblem!” he exclaimed confidently, before pulling his tool cart out of his hammerspace.