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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]

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.

[brothor]

I have no idea what Panto is, but I am sure it has little to do with my hammer so I do not care.

[arrogantalloy]

Pantomime. It's where British celebrities go to ruin their career.

Oh I don't know Bout that, I'm sure they stories with hammers.

[brothor]

Oh, I see. But I am not a celebrity?

I'll teach you a story about hammers if you do not stop mocking me.

[arrogantalloy]

And if you get into Panto, you never will be.

You know, I don't think it's possible for me to not mock.

[brothor]

I do not want to be an actor.

Then you will face the wrath of it.

[arrogantalloy]

And you wont be in Panto.

I'm rolling my eyes at the statement, for the record.

[brothor]

No, I should think not.

You may laugh now, but I will laugh last.

[arrogantalloy]

Doubtful, seeing as I've become something of a master at having the last laugh and all.

Also the last word. It's kind of a thing.

[brothor]

You may have the last word of this conversation. I gift it upon you. Enjoy your petty victory.

[arrogantalloy]

It's not a petty victory if you enjoy it.

[brothor]

Yes it is, Stark.

[arrogantalloy]

To you maybe.

[brothor]

I am done here.

[arrogantalloy]

Then why are you still commenting?

[brothor]

Go away.

[arrogantalloy]

Why? Am I doing anything wrong? Because it looks like I'm just writing pleasantly.

[brothor]

There is nothing pleasant about you.

[arrogantalloy]

Not even my body spray? Because I really think it's a really pleasant and well enticing.

[brothor]

I think you over use it. It burns my nostrils.

[arrogantalloy]

Your nose is just too delicate. Bruce and Natasha haven't said anything about it.

[brothor]

There is nothing delicate about me! They are simply too polite to tell you!!

[arrogantalloy]

Your temper seems pretty delicate at times. Wait, Natasha? Polite? She stopped being polite to me half way through her first year.

As for Bruce. Believe me, he'd tell me. Because he does have a sensitive nose.

[brothor]

If it were as delicate as you think it is, you would already be dead.

Perhaps Natasha thinks it is funny. Perhaps Bruce enjoys the stench.