Imagine my outrage when I discovered that my oafish “brother” and his pals had seized upon my triple cherry and had their way with it while Sigyn and I were searching for a third for cherry-pulling fun. That is such a Thor thing to do! Waltz in at the last minute, toss a little lightning around, and spoil everyone’s fun.
Well, the joke is on him. The human female is working in the herbarium, and she has brought cherries for lunch— and he’s not getting any!
Great Frigga’s Hairpins! Here is ANOTHER triple cherry!
No, Fisi. The rule against hyena spit is still in force.
Sigyn, let’s go find someone to pull it with us. Fisi, you stand guard, and if Thor and his pals show up, feel free to bite them in the kneecaps.
Grr. Sigyn and I couldn’t find anyone to play with us. As a last resort, I have summoned a magical clone. He and I and Sigyn will make short work of this drupaceous triplet, and–
Nope, no idea.