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[brothor]

Father went back to Norway for part of the summer and I bet none of you will BELIEVE what he brought back!

Weapons! Viking weapons! Also helmets! They are so beautifully made and terribly good for running into things with! He also brought back a hammer but


I can't lift it.

It's as if it's charmed to the ground. I've been trying for weeks to pick it up and I've got blisters on my fingers.


According to legend, one must be worthy to lift the hammer. Am I not worthy or something? How does one become worthy?

Comments

[arrogantalloy]

No, because it's not right. I can't get over something that isn't happening.

He stands out because it looks like he has a broomstick somewhere it shouldn't be. The suit just makes it more obvious.

[brothor]

It is right and you have no way of proving me wrong.

Your teacher is worse anyway. Nobody is as cool as Coulson.

[arrogantalloy]

I'm proving you wrong by the sheer fact it isn't right.

[Not, not being childish at all]

A tea cosy, is cooler than Coulson. At least Donoghue's classes are actually a challenge.

[brothor]

That isn't proof at all.

Coulson also challenges us. You are a liar.

[arrogantalloy]

Of course it is.

Oh please, why would I lie about this?

[brothor]

Because you want me to believe your classes are better somehow.

[arrogantalloy]

Look, I haven't had Coulson teach me. But really, they probably teach the exact same things. I'm just saying he's too stiff and too FBI compared to Donoghue and his well, amusing grumpiness.

[brothor]

Coulson is a good man. A good friendly man.

[arrogantalloy]

I've only spoken to him once. Seemed stiff and boring to me.

[brothor]

So is your teacher.

[arrogantalloy]

Stiff maybe, but at times he's anything but boring. He has some amusing vein throbbing some times.

[brothor]

That doesn't make a good teacher. Why are we talking about this?

[arrogantalloy]

Never said it did.

Because I got bored of talking about blacksmithing tools, and this seemed more interesting.

[brothor]

This is not a tool. YOU are a tool.

My hammer is a weapon.

[arrogantalloy]

I'm a tool? Really, that's the best come back? What's next, your mom?

A weapon? So then now a days then it's just a museum piece?

[brothor]

It was purely contextual.

No! It is for fighting!

[arrogantalloy]

Yeah, I bet.

Who fights with a hammer these days? We have wands, for fighting.

[brothor]

I will fight with a hammer and I will win with a hammer.

[arrogantalloy]

Why do you want to even fight with a hammer for anyway?
Especially when you have a want that can do so much more.

[brothor]

Because it would be the most amazing fight ever!
Lies! A hammer is to tool to build with and a weapon to destroy with, I would be very much respected!

[arrogantalloy]

Yeah, maybe back in Norway. I think they do things a little different here in the UK, I'm at least sure of that much.

[brothor]

A hammer is a hammer no matter what country we're in.

[arrogantalloy]

Okay, well yeah. But the meaning behind the hammer is going to be different.

[brothor]

I will wield a wand in one hand and a hammer in the other and I shall be unstoppable.

[arrogantalloy]

Oh, wow. You are almost sounding like you're about to sign up for Panto. Don't do that, you have so much to look forward to yourself to not have to resign yourself to Panto just yet.