“Tiny sorry, he not know that other wall there! Ehehe, hello Puny Mun man!”
[Ehehe, Hey Tiny…. Excuse me but…HOW LONG IS IT GONNA TAKE TO FIX THIS HOLE?!]
Tiny continued to poke his hand through the fourth wall hole he had broken… s-stop Tiny-TINY, get of the keyboar-padgn’lgbsfdmk
The Repairman rushed onto the scene, toolbox in his hand and signal light on his head. He stopped dead in his tracks the instant he saw the keyboard and its owner.
His eye twitched involuntarily. His toolbox fell, popping open as it hit the ground.
“Uh…Not…not long,” he managed to stammer. "It’s no problem, really, I’m sure I can fix this and all willbewellandtherewillbenoproblemswhatsoever….“
The inkblot continued to gibber, slowly growing more silent, as he dug into the toolbox for everything he would need. He stopped rooting, looking back and forth between his equipment and the unsettling, definitely-not-Toony universe that was before him and the tiger.
Sighing, he picked up the entire toolbox and leapt into action. A whirlwind of cement, hammers, screws, and planks quickly obscured anything in a ten-foot radius as the Repairman frantically tried to mend the situation. Bolts, ink, sawdust, and the occasional wrench flew every which way indiscriminately.
When the dust settled, the Repairman admired his handiwork. This was probably some of his best repairing yet. He turned towards the orange goliath quite proudly.
"See? I told you it’d be fine– Oh.” His face fell.
In the confusion, he had completely forgotten to get Tiny out of the way. The wall was fine, and no one seemed to be injured, but now the tiger had half his arm stuck in the wall (and quite possibly beyond it).
Siblings-a-Fixin' 