"Do you have anything more...vicious?"

The blacksmith turned to see a very large, very frightening woman in his shop. She was obviously a warrior and had the scars to prove it. She wasn't wearing a chainmail bikini, but if she had been, it wouldn't have seemed out of place.

"More vicious?" he asked.

"Yeah, like something with a poisoned blade or that explodes on impact?"

Her eyes were hopeful. Hopeful and deranged.

"Uh, no...I don't have anything like that. The only unusual thing I have is a sword that no one will buy because they say they hear voices when they touch it."

"Oh, can I see it?" said the warrior.

***

"And that's how I met your father," said the warrior to her son.

"You're talking about the sword, aren't you?"