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?
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.