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“Um, I prefer ‘nimrod’, or maybe ‘goof’,” Marie piped up, having overheard. ‘Cretin’ sounded like they were gonna face an unholy wrath of some kind. At least the two she offered were more petty insults.
The Repairman turned to look at her in disbelief and (silent) approval. That was such a weird thing to say, but it was a decent quip! Quickly, she hid the trowel behind her back, whistling innocuously. She knew how the inkblot felt about having an assistant, but darn it, she was going to assist!
“…To be fair,” the Repairman admitted, “I doubt I could read it either…”
He had a strong suspicion that the book was not written in English. Marie, however, was not yet savvy enough to think of that, and simply shrugged. She was sure she could read it!
“…Wait a minute!” the Repairman exclaimed, looking back at the demon. “Your wall? No, no, I’m only touching the Fourth Wall. My job to fix that.”
“Yeah,” Marie chimed in, “We’re–er, he’s not gonna hurt your wall any. No need to worry!”
Siblings-a-Fixin' 