Ink Pen by Phil Dunlap for November 19, 2008
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Transcript:
Woman: Tyr, this is our son. Tyr: Healthy lad. What's his name. Woman: Sigurd Tyrson. Tyr: A fine moniker. Well, thanks for stopping by! Woman: Forget it! It's your turn, now! I'm getting some sleep! Tyr: What?? What am I supposed to do with him? Woman: Bond with him. Tyr: Uhh... how's you like to lay siege to a fiefdom, kid?
mfboyd almost 16 years ago
thats not innuendo is it?
pibfan868 almost 16 years ago
Nah, it’s just all Tyr can come up with for entertainment at the moment–not that he knows of a fiefdom to take over that I can name.