"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?"
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