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The small Toon girl nodded in response, letting out another small giggle. She certainly could see how, even as an inky blob whose purpose was to maintain the Fourth Wall, he was still very much a Toon.

“I understand. And an adventure does sound fun. Maybe I’ll have the guts to do it one day…just not today.” She shook her head a bit before continuing. “Besides that, usually I’m genre savvy enough to understand the basics of what would most likely happen. But…you know. Can’t get ‘em right all the time, right?”

“True,” agreed the splotch, getting up. “Hang on a sec, this is bothering me.”

He moved towards the center of the room, brandishing a trowel. He dipped it into a seemingly empty bucket, and then waved the tool in the air for a minute.

“Sorry ‘bout that. That was my fault, so it was even more irritating for me to see it.”

He picked up the bottle again.

“Do you happen to know where the nearest bottomless pit is?”

She frowned a little bit as she crossed her arms. “I’m sorry, Mr. Repairman. I don’t think there’s a bottomless pit anywhere near where I live. Might wanna Google it or something…” she suggested.

“All right. Thanks anyway”

The Repairman carelessly put the bottle away in his hammerspace and turned to Shinko.

“I’ll probably be able to find Toon Town again, and then I won’t have any trouble finding an abyss. Thanks for your help.”

He was turning towards the door when he realized something.

“By the way, how’s that cookie dough turning out?”

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Shinko giggled a bit at the inky blob.

“I wouldn’t know, Mr. Repairman. Most of the time, I don’t notice! I’m still trying to figure stuff out, you know.”

The Repairman’s eyes widened somewhat in surprise.

“Oh? Well, just be careful with situations like this….unless you aspire to take a major role in an adventure, in which case, feel free to tempt fate all you want.”

The small Toon girl nodded in response, letting out another small giggle. She certainly could see how, even as an inky blob whose purpose was to maintain the Fourth Wall, he was still very much a Toon.

"I understand. And an adventure does sound fun. Maybe I’ll have the guts to do it one day…just not today.” She shook her head a bit before continuing. “Besides that, usually I’m genre savvy enough to understand the basics of what would most likely happen. But…you know. Can’t get ‘em right all the time, right?”

“True,” agreed the splotch, getting up. “Hang on a sec, this is bothering me.”

He moved towards the center of the room, brandishing a trowel. He dipped it into a seemingly empty bucket, and then waved the tool in the air for a minute.

“Sorry ‘bout that. That was my fault, so it was even more irritating for me to see it.”

He picked up the bottle again.

“Do you happen to know where the nearest bottomless pit is?”

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“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?”

Shinko giggled a bit at the inky blob.

“I wouldn’t know, Mr. Repairman. Most of the time, I don’t notice! I’m still trying to figure stuff out, you know.”

The Repairman’s eyes widened somewhat in surprise.

“Oh? Well, just be careful with situations like this….unless you aspire to take a major role in an adventure, in which case, feel free to tempt fate all you want.”

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“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?”

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Shinko squealed a bit  as she stepped back, her eyes wide when she saw the axe shoot out of the bottle right into the blob of a Toon.

“Ah- Mr. Repairman! Mr. Repairman, are you okay?!” she asked, walking over to him to make sure that it wasn’t damaging him that much. Even if Toons could handle such a thing, she figured it would still hurt.

“Ow… the handle went right into my head!”

He removed the offending prop.

“Get me one of those white crossed bandages and I’ll be fine…agh…”

The Repairman began to loosen the axe’s blade.

“Might as well cause something interesting to happen,” he said, as he moved to put the axe back to where it came.

Clatter. The axe landed inside the bottle.

“Figures,” sighed the Repairman

“Oh! Umm..let’s see…” She rummaged through her hammerspace before she managed to take one. She walked over to gently place the crossed bandage over his injury, smiling gently.

“There…that all better?” she asked the Repairman.

“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.

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Shinko was still having a hard time understanding what the Repairman was trying to tell her, but she was trying her best.

“So then…it’s the bottle that’s weird? And anybody’s hammerspace items could accidentally slip through it?”

“It looks like that’s the case.”

The Repairman continued looking at the bottle with interest.

“ It’s almost like this is an item specially made for comedy shorts.” He shook his (for lack of a better word) head.

"Too bad it wound up here.”

He took a peek inside the bottle.

A throwing axe came out to meet him.

Shinko squealed a bit  as she stepped back, her eyes wide when she saw the axe shoot out of the bottle right into the blob of a Toon.

“Ah- Mr. Repairman! Mr. Repairman, are you okay?!” she asked, walking over to him to make sure that it wasn’t damaging him that much. Even if Toons could handle such a thing, she figured it would still hurt.

“Ow… the handle went right into my head!”

He removed the offending prop.

“Get me one of those white crossed bandages and I’ll be fine…agh…”

The Repairman began to loosen the axe’s blade.

“Might as well cause something interesting to happen,” he said, as he moved to put the axe back to where it came.

Clatter. The axe landed inside the bottle.

“Figures,” sighed the Repairman

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“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…”

Shinko was still having a hard time understanding what the Repairman was trying to tell her, but she was trying her best.

“So then…it’s the bottle that’s weird? And anybody’s hammerspace items could accidentally slip through it?”

“It looks like that’s the case.”

The Repairman continued looking at the bottle with interest.

“ It’s almost like this is an item specially made for comedy shorts.” He shook his (for lack of a better word) head.

“Too bad it wound up here.”

He took a peek inside the bottle.

A throwing axe came out to meet him.

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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…”

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“Oh…um, okay,” she replied with a nod. She handed him the ribbon before accepting the bottle.

“Umm…just tell me when you’re ready?” Shinko asked the Repairman as she held the bottle upside-down.

The Repairman put the dustpan away and gripped the ribbon.

“Ready.”

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…”