[HA’s eyes light up when they see CAT SLIME]

HA: hell–o little friend! I can get you some pie if, uh, *looks up at REPAIRMAN and MARIE) is it okay for them to have that?

[The REPAIRMAN holds an incredibly excited CAT SLIME back with an annoyed (and somewhat amused) expression on his face]]

CAT SLIME: Squeaks frantically, as if his life depends on it

REPAIRMAN: Yes, I know what they said. But, ‘cmon, show a lil’ restraint!

CAT SLIME: Squeaks that he totally has restraint and he’s fine JUST GIVE HIM THE PIE!

MARIE: …um, a-anyway, do you know what happened here? Maybe we could prevent this kind of thing…

“Yep. Mayor Flippy. Usually we chat about current events and the weather, how our days are going, that kind of thing. Oddly enough, we never really throw any kind of stabbing remarks between us? It’s weird. Though sometimes we even play stuff like W.A.R. or go fish.”

The VP shrugged.

“Huh.”

The Repairman had heard of relationships like this. Technically enemies, but an amiable atmosphere between them. Not that this was uncommon, but the Repairman didn’t expect it from either side of an MMO war.

But, he would have to think about that later. He was starting to fall behind on his job, and his siren light was beginning to irritate him.

“Um…” he began, picking up the map, “This is very interesting, but I’m afraid I do need to get to work…”

“This seat taken?”

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“Well, it is taken, but I don’t think he’ll come anytime soon”

The train station was always crowded, which was unsurprising as it was somewhere in Toon Town (an empty lobby is seldom funny). The station housed all sorts; a man with a teacup for a noggin was likely the least surprising thing the Repairman had seen that day.

At any rate, he was happy to find a seat that was still open (for the moment, at least).

Sitting down, he looked at the clock. He still had time. Might as well make conversation.

“So…” the inkblot asked, “who’s ‘he’?”