"Do not worry. I shall tell this lowly worker of metal that his worship the angel Chris demands not his excuses, but his obedience."

Chris nodded and watched Turtle yell at the army's smith while he thought about his T-shirt.

It was an old shirt, passed down from the time when internet meme farms made a quick buck by printing their crap on clothing. The T-shirt was a prime example, its XL cotton surface covered with densely printed text beginning with "so you've gone ...