*gags, she’s actually about to throw up* that’s not even funny. that’s disgusting. it’s still a waste, but this time I mean the whole product. I think imma be sick, I gotta go… (kitterah [TK: consider it wrapped up, honestly the thought makes me nauseous, so seeing it might actually make her sick])

Yeah it is.”

He tried to give an empty plastic bag to the anon, but by the time he found one she was already leaving.

He made a mental note to apologize later. Maybe give her something nice.

He checked for any more of that brand, but thankfully the rest of the candies were no-brands. Pulling out a butterknife, he sliced the offending bar off of the Wall. At least the chunk in the crack was hard to see.

After throwing away the awful thing, he ran out. At the very least, when Kitterah got back up, she would find a cold water bottle and a plate of saltine crackers.

why’d you stick chocolate in that!? that’s such a waste! D: (kitterah)

“I’ve used worse for quick repairs,” the Repairman admitted, casually. “Besides, it was going ba–”

He then noticed something on the wrapper. A label? He thought he got all those candies copyright-free.

He unfurled the label a little and revealed the words “Krikfalusi’s Close-Up Chocolate-Covered Gross-Up” in small-ish type.

He glanced at the chocolate behind the wrapper. Yup: a wad of chewed-up gum, several hairs of various covers, and… was that a used Band-Aid? The melty part of the bar didn’t seem to drip chocolate; it seemed to drip oil.

“Eugh…still think it was a waste?”

Yup! :D I decided to “dress up” as the icon! Course, now I don’t really have hands, but whatever :P (kitterah [TK: pfffft. She’s hoping since she didn’t say what icon a crack won’t form])

“Oh, it is you! Heh…”

He rubbed the back of his head, looking for a way to distract from his missing the point.

He saw a rather small crack in the Wall, and absentmindedly stuck a half-melted chocolate bar in it. Hey, he’s worked with worse!

Oh! that one took me a second! I’d rather be Boo though (kitterah [TK: she’s enjoying this so don’t worry])

“So, that’s a no…”

He kept thinking.

“Why do I still wanna say Kit….? Kitty-cat…Kitsch…?”

He looked into the anon’s sunglasses. Then…

Smack! His hand hit his forehead.

How could I not get this?! You’re Kitterah, aren’t you?”

He looked back up, furrowing his brow.

“No, no, too easy.”

Trick or treat! (askthegreenguys)

The Repairman looked at the Link ghosts with a somewhat thoughtful expression. How was he gonna do this…?

Suddenly, he turned towards his bowl and started to rapidly eat generic taffies, public domain chocolate bars, and copyright-free lollipops. He kept his back turned as he did so (he knew, when he chose to have a mouth, it wasn’t always the prettiest).

He quickly pulled a vacuum cleaner from his hammerspace and sucked up the ghosts of the candies as they were leaving.

“Here you go,” he finally said, detaching the bag and giving it to the group, “Don’t worry; it’s clean! Have a happy Halloween!”

Trick or treat!

“Ooh, nice costume! Is that Peacock?”

The Repairman produced a public-domain chocolate bar from his bowl and gave it to Shinko.

Then something occurred to him. He looked into his bowl.

“Funny how these things are everywhere, eh?” he remarked. “Never seen them advertised, come to think of it…”

He shook his head.

“Anyway, Happy Halloween!”