‘You gotta be kidding me’ was the only thought going through her head.

How
was she to prove herself? And exactly how strong WAS that drink again?
She didn’t know. She didn’t have caffeine goggles with her.

“Woah, woah! Hey!” She held her paws out next to her head. “It’s just me!”

The Repairman, meanwhile, was shaking as he tried to discern the real Angie from an evil clone, imposter, or what-have-you. A whistling sound came up as it looked like his head was steaming. His painted eyes seemed to jiggle more and more, the colors flashing even brighter and faster.

First two, then four, then eight more Aggies seemed to appear. The inkblot tried to keep the cork gun on every one of them, but it wasn’t long before he was surrounded. Finally, he let out a scream and fired the gun, the cork flying out with a pop! The outflow of steam coming from his head suddenly increased, and it briefly got so thick that no one could see.