“Listen, man. Ah didn’t break nothin’; it was Scratch.” The naughty bot lied.
“Uh…”
The Repairman stopped, nonplussed. All he had done was open the door, and there this monkey was, defending himself against this perfect stranger of an inkblot. He wasn’t even sure what it was the robot didn’t break.
The bodyguard quickly looked through a few files of paper work that was given to him earlier this morning by Dr. Cortex. Which none of even mentioned anyone coming over. Especially when Pinstripe already made his henchmen check the premises for any damages.
“Dis has to be a mistake” he stated.
The Repairman looked around uneasily. Since the last (rather sudden) encounter with the potoroo, he had decided to abandon the idea of sneaking through, opting instead to walk through the front door.
Luckily, the flashy-suited character didn’t seem to question the fact that he was talking to a 2’ 8" blob of ink. However, The Repairman had not thought of what he would do at this point. Saying what the Fourth Wall actually was could worsen things, after all. His mind raced, hoping for an excuse to come into his mind.
“Er…” he ventured warily, “of course he wouldn’t say it, because this…is…a surprise inspection! Yes.”
He looked back up at the potoroo hopefully.
“Frankly,” he continued to lie through nonexistent teeth, "I’m as surprised at this inspection as you.“ He tapped the siren light that was protruding from his head. "But, duty calls, so…”
“I will be, just gotta shake it off!” The rabbit answered, pushing himself up into a sitting position. “This happens all the time.” He said with a dazed laugh.
“Oh, alright then,” the unnamed Toon sighed, relieved. He picked up a bucket that was lying next to Roger. The bucket had a rather oddly-shaped dent. The inkblot tried to avoid eye contact with Roger.
“Sorry about that,” the Repairman said awkwardly, placing a hand behind his head. He looked up. “I didn’t think that plank was that long…”
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