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“That’s fair,” the Repairman nodded at the shade. Animated skeletons
were nothing new to him; he was just surprised to find one of the Links
as one. 

He was just putting the finishing touches on the fix when it suddenly burst, sending him flying back several feet. When he looked up, he immediately tried to avert his eyes from the real things that were appearing. Already, he was sweating, backing away, and trying hard not to scream.

“I…I…” he stammered, quickly falling silent as the mun spoke.

B-blood? Broken bones? Did…Did she…?…I don’t even wanna KNOW what’s in that envelope!

The inkblot, in spite of himself, was openly gawking as she moved on to Wind. He was just as confused as when she talked to Light.

“St-stop!” he finally managed, weakly. No one deserved anything like this…

And then she turned to him.

“Spu…Specifically requested?” he whimpered.

Lucky me…

The inkblot shook even harder as she revealed the Dip. He pulled out a paper bag and started to hyperventilate in it. Thiswastheendwhatcouldhedowhatcouldhedo–

He stopped, looking at her confused. She wasn’t going to use it? Then why–?

Oh.

He swallowed. As she told him all this, one had to wonder what was going through his mind as he stared at the bottle in silent terror. He watched the swirling green and orange colors for an uncomfortably long time.

Finally, he silently reached into his hammerspace and produced a large bottle of bleach. Oddly enough, it had grey and pink markings on it…

He also pulled out a measuring cup, and began to pour some bleach into it. Satisfied that he had the right amount, he set the bleach down. His expression did not change throughout all this. Taking one hard look at the cup, he suddenly dumped it onto his own head. One could now easily see the “Brain Bleach” label.

He shuddered as the stuff seeped through his ink, but only momentarily. He had successfully forgotten the last half-minute or so of cruelty.

He looked uneasily at Clara, then back to his hand. In it, the bottle of Dip still remained.

“AAAAA!” he screamed, throwing the bottle onto the blanket. “Okay, I get it, I’ll pick someone I’ll pick someone pleasedon’thurtus!”

He leaped back towards the table and (with some help from Cat Slime) rapidly and messily devoured all the remaining food. It was all really good, to be fair, but clearly, there had to be only one winner!

“Uhm…” he said, sweating, “I really liked all those foodstuffs, but I think I’ll have to go with…Twilight’s machaca! But really, you should all be proud of what you made–”

Cat Slime angrily squeaked, pointing to his aunt Bowyetta. Everyone knew stuff made by your aunties was better!

The Repairman pointedly ignored him, instead looking right at the mun in the room.

“All right? No need to dissolve anyone today? Please?”

It was clear from his tone it was the nerves talking. It was also clear from the fact he was being a smart-aleck to the one who threatened him with DIp moments ago (or so he thought).