“Carry it? IF there was a reason to… I’d likely tie it to myself if not just carry it in my hands.” Ace shrugged, not quite seeing what his strange visitor was getting at. “I’m not a toon though, so I wouldn’t be able to use this ‘inventory’ either right?” The repairman being the only toon Ace had ever met, it seemes logical that he’d think all toons look like the repairman.
“Uh…”
The Repairman remembered that many Toons don’t identify as such.
“…actually, you kind of are…”
Oh gosh. This was gonna be tricky. The Repairman stood up, ready to kick open his toolbox just in case.
“…You could use an inventory, I think.”
Ace simply laughed “There’s no way I’m a toon, but I’ll humor you. Tell me how to use an ‘inventory’ and I’ll try.” He didn’t see the harm in trying, but he didn’t expect it to work.
“Ah, well, just take this,” the Repairman instructed, handing over the yardstick, “then you…”
He paused. He hadn’t really thought about how his hammerspace worked, let alone anyone else’s.
“Well,” he tentatively continued, gesturing vaguely, “…then you just pack it away. Um, hang on…”
He tried to pantomime putting the yardstick away like he had a coat with inside pockets.
“Or maybe…”
He put his imaginary yardstick up, over, and behind his head.
“It could be…”
He pretended to swallow the thing. After a moment’s thought, he shook his head.
“No, don’t do that last one…”
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