“Damn straight we had our reasons!” I snapped. “This town used to be everything we hated!” After a long pause, I sighed bitterly, saying, “But that’s troubled waters under the bridge. We had our reasons, but don’t feel that way no more.”

With a smirk, I sneered, “We went from chaotic evil to chaotic neutral. The thin grey area between gangster and cop. And this law reforcer don’t like the way you’re treating him! So unless you wanna spend a night downtown, I suggest you quit the chin music!”

I exhaled, calming myself down, “now….do you want our help with this or not?” -Smartass

The Repairman jumped back at the outburst. He made a soft squish sound as he landed. Oh, great. He was stuck in spilled cement with a Toonicidal weasel in front of him. He found himself shaking a little.

At least, until the weasel started to calm down a bit.

The Repairman could only nod hopefully as the weasel said there was no more of that Dip issue.

Still, he thought it best to clam up, like the other said. He nodded frantically, hoping not to see the weasel’s current punishment methods.

“Erm,” he finally replied, “y-yes, that would be nice. Thank you. Yes. Please do–”

He quickly slapped a hand over where his mouth would be. He didn’t need to dig himself downtown, after all. He just needed peace of mind, and that wouldn’t come from annoying this guy any more.