los-angeles-toon-patrol:

askthefwrp:

I just stared as the Repairman pushed a small, silver radio/CD player through the back window.

“Well
it’s unusual for sure, but I dunno about cruel. Unless you set it to
the country music station!”, said Wheezy, laughing as he snuffed out two
spent cigarettes on the underside of his pork pie hat.

“We gotta think of something perfect for this bulky!”, cried Stupid. “But what’s good enough for him?”

“I’ll tell you what’s good for me, you glorified ferrets!”, snarled the Breaker, “Letting me out of here!”

“Quiet!!”,
screeched Psycho, shaking the box roughly, “Or Wheezy’ll put out his
cigarettes on your face! You wouldn’t want your play doh puss to melt!….
Wheeze…Would you mind?”, he whispered, sotto voce, to Wheezy, who
opened the lid and dangled his lit cigarette over the Breaker’s face.

The box was quiet for what turned out to be the whole trip.

-Smartass

The Repairman couldn’t help but chuckle at Wheezy’s comment. However, he had to cringe a little when he heard the threats of burnt cigarettes. Yes, the Breaker would be fine in the long run, but still.

Awkward silence followed after that, until they reached their destination.

As the inkblot opened the door to leave, he stopped.

“Hmm,” he mused, noting his opposite’s laziness, “is ‘breaking rocks’ still a thing?”

That would be a fitting punishment, he felt.

“I don’t think Play-Doh is fit to break the bank in his current contrition!” I say, snickering a little bit as the blob stepped out of the passengers side door.

“Where do se drop him, Mr. Repairman?”, asked Stupid. “Golly, you’d know better than us! Police station? Toy store?….uh….police station?”

-Smartass

“I mean, he is still a Toon…don’t know why my Nega-self is stop-motion…” he noted, cringing as the Wall cracked next to him.

He shrugged.

“I dunno, police station, I guess?”