Editing Your-grandfather (section)

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:Son, it's time for you to take the sword which my father gave to me.
:Is that a loaf of bread?
:Yes.
:Tis said that in times gone by, your grandfather found an entire baguette that'd been left under a car seat.
:There it remained for ten thousand days, frozen by winter, dessicated by summer, forged by the very elements into unimaginable hardness.
:Your grandfather carried it beyond the gray mountains, to the land of dwarven swordsmiths. There, they tried to make french toast, or maybe bread pudding but their finest blades shattered
:In the attempt.
:And now. I give you.
:Yes, but it shall still look stupid.
:Breadscalibur
:Can we at
:Least put a cool iron hilt on it or something
:'sigh*
:And so.
:Wait, is your sword made of bread-
:I won, didnt I?
:Ha? Is your
:Shield a tortilla?
:God this sucks
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