"Care for a drink?" the quiet one asks the PEL inspectors.

"Good 'un," one replied, pouring the liquor from the quaintly shaped vessel into another plastic bag.

"Wait, have to get it all," he said, putting his finger inside to wipe it out.

"ARGH! Percy! Help me!" screamed the first, as he found himself being sucked into the Klein bottle, first by the finger and then more quickly.

Looking up from looking up the basque, Percy seized his co-worker's foot, only to be sucked in along with him. Close examination of the interior of the bottle was a ghastly experience, but the light sparkled off of it in crystaline rainbows.

The quiet one walked over and hung it on the tree.

"Klein bottles," he said. "Three dimensional object with only one side. Great topology. Just gotta love 'em. Bartender, how about a Talisker? A big one."

He pulled out his spoons, and, being considerate, broke into a silent rendition of a medley of stuff from Twisted Sister. He thought the group appropriate.