Marie was pointing towards a stranger, her normally blue form white as a ghost, and her finger trembling. The Repairman looked at him for a moment, then shook his head. “…What? He’s just a rotoscope,” the Repairman shrugged. He didn’t seem to realize they were in the Roger Rabbit universe, or even to recognize Doom at all. “Sorry ’bout this, sir…” Marie was still trembling. “Nnn…” she stammered
Doom noticed the blue- well, extremely pale– creature’s reaction. Yet another thing that he scared, and he still didn’t know what everyone’s problem was. At being called a rotoscope, he looked at the Repairman with slight confusion.
“It’s fine, but…I don’t think I’m a rotoscope, actually.” He then looked at the trembling one. “Is something the matter, uh…miss?”
The repairman gently lowered her sister’s trembling hand, and turned back towards the judge.
“Oh? I’m sorry, stop motion then? I must say, you look very similar to…there,” he remarked, vaguely referring to the real world.
Marie stood up straight as she was addressed. Still sweating and trembling, she hastily replied, almost to the point of incoherence.
“Um, no, Your Honor, everything isfinewhywouldntitbepleasedonthurtus…”
The Repairman put a hand on her shoulder, gently trying to ease her back.
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