HA:
uh, hello! Uh, I work at an animation studio, and, heh, we’ve had a bit
of an accident where our Fourth Wall was damaged, a-and, um, I heard
you were quite proficient in fixing such, um, things.

Repairman: (sighs, looking at his siren light)…Yeah, I think I know the one you’re talking about. I’ll be right–

[CRACK!]

The Repairman flinches, looking at the newly-created damage to the Wall right by him. He had just realized who he was talking to.

Repairman: (voice wavering) …Um, I’m…er…gotta let you go…

[Click.]

Marie: Um, are you okay?

Repairman: …I…I think I was called by…a creator.

Marie: Ooh! That’s actually kinda–wait, how’d they get your phone number?

Repairman: (frantically slapping at the crack in the Fourth Wall with a cement-soaked trowel) Never mind that! If a creator is calling, this must be bad!

[Exit MARIE and the REPAIRMAN, stage left]