The great white tilted his head as the other pulled the magnet from his hammerspace and set it against the floor. “What d’ye think I should do with this?” Bruce asked, gliding closer towards the hold where the Repairman fell and dipping his head closer to catch sight of the other Toon in the darkness. “Might frizz up m’ electroreceptors gettin’ close to it, but I s’ppose ye reckon it’s necessary, eh?”

The Repairman stopped his descent and looked up.

“You’ve never seen a tin can phone?” he asked. “It’s so we can talk. I only have the magnet there to keep your end up. Wouldn’t want it to slip.”

He paused. Electroreceptors? He had no idea what those were, but they sounded important. Still, their means of communicating needed securing, and the Repairman doubted Bruce could hold the can, being a more realistic shark. 

“If it’ll mess you up,” he called, “we need another way to keep the can up there. Any ideas?”