“Well, who might you be? You almost look like those blob things that wonder around the lab. I think one of Dr. Cortex’s former colleagues made them, I wouldn’t know.”
“Uh…”
The Repairman doubted he could pass as one of those blobs. Especially since his siren light was blinking and he was feeling more exhausted than normal. He sighed, silently hoping this wouldn’t cause too many issues.
“…I’m the Fourth Wall Repairman,” he said, unenthusiastically. “Please don’t ask.”
“To be honsest, this is fairly anti-climatic. This would have worked a lot better if one of us got a high score and over-reacted and then the other would make fun of them.”
It’s not you (mostly; I don’t appreciate people trying to eat me), it’s me. No hard feelings.
Siblings-a-Fixin' 