With that, she began to shake the bottle up and down, wondering if something would come out.
A dustpan dropped, along with a length of white ribbon that was speckled with black spatters.
“Heh, sorry,” The Repairman sheepishly muttered. "I didn’t grip properly.“
He looked down at the clutter that thy had just created.
"Perhaps that was just Rule of Funny, though…”
“But…what does this mean, exactly?” she asked the Repairman, looking up at him in concerned confusion. “I mean, is something wrong with hammerspace? Or is something else the matter?”
The Repairman fidgeted a bit.
“Well," he though aloud, "it’s like I said, I still have to study dimensional relations.”
He looked at the bottle.
“That said, I don’t see any danger to this thing, as long as it’s kept either plugged or upright. I can’t say for certain what would happen if the bottle was broken…”
Siblings-a-Fixin' 