I heard congratulations are in order. Papa Cuke-Zuke, huh? Oh my moons, those babies are going to be so beautiful and sassy. As their godfather, I just wanted you to know that I will be—” “As... As their what?” I stammered and he ignored me. “I will be happy to train them in the art of weapon combat, with a focus on using whatever is at their disposal. One must be able to fight with anything in order to win.” “Dear gods,” I muttered.
