“I mean, I’m not sure what I expected from somewhere like this! You called it Toontown, right? Quite literally a cartoon town, hahah.”
The chickenlike bot couldn’t help but listen to their conversation, wondering why the Repairman would have to stick with Doris for a longer amount of time than originally thought. It couldn’t have been because of him, could it?
Scratch didn’t notice the Repairman cringing, and even if he’d asked, he’d still probably be confused.
“Ba-haaah, I kinda miss gettin’ paid! Wait, was I ever actually paid? Did Robotnik even have a salary for me?! If so, why can’t I remember gettin’ paychecks? Have I really been clonked on the head that many times?”
The Repairman looked back up at Scratch in surprise.
“You mean you don’t work for him anymore? Why are you hiding from Sonic, then?”
Doris chimed in, “If ya need pay, birdie, our firm is hirin’ alarm, roosters, and similar waker-uppers!”
“You and I have very different priorities,” the Repairman remarked, looking back down.
“Hey, mine are in order,” Doris shot back. “Don’t ya have a metaphor to maintain?”
The Repairman wanted to protest (to his increasing bafflement), but it was true. He did have a Fourth Wall to repair. Sighing, he pulled a can of glue from behind his back and threw its contents onto the fracture he caused here.
Siblings-a-Fixin' 