“Much better,” he replied. “Thank you.”
The bandage sunk slightly into his form, but was still visible as he looked at the axe-in-a-bottle.
“How do you suppose the bottle could be emptied without any…complications?” he asked.
She frowned a bit at that.
“I…really don’t know. Throw it into a bottomless pit?” she asked the Repairman
“Hmm… I think I know of one I can get to quickly.”
The blot pulled out a cork and plugged the bottle.
“Of course,” he mused, “this would have to be done carefully, to avoid as many sequel hooks as possible.”
The Repairman winced at a sound only he could hear.
“If the bottle remains unprotected, it could crash against some other perpetually falling object….but the more it’s safeguarded, the more likely the Law of Irony will take effect.”
The Repairman looked back up at Shinko.
“Funny how we Toons are inconsistently savvy, isn’t it?”
Siblings-a-Fixin' 