“Hammerspace?” said the Narrator, confused. “No, I don’t believe I have… Is that a space with hammers? Or is it one of those ‘Homestick’ things?”

The incessant wall-stapling was beginning to bother him. He hadn’t included building repair in the list of activities one could reasonably perform within The Stanley Parable. What was this little inkblot thing doing, waltzing in like that, tampering with his game? The one thing he owned, in the entire world, and this Repairman was…

The Narrator decided, all of a sudden, that perhaps he did not like the Repairman very much.

The Repairman continued to staple, oblivious to the annoyance it was causing. His staple gun quickly ran out, however, so as he was switching to duct tape, he replied:

"No, it’s…”

He thought for a minute. How could he explain it?

“Well,” he ventured, the duct tape making loud tearing noises as he pulled it, "You know how game inventories are usually more spacious than you’d think? Hammerspace is the same thing, for Toons.“