I fucking hate that trope in swordfighting where they just push grind the swords together as hard as they can while looking in each others eyes. Just fucking kick the other guy in his nuts! Not like he’s going to notice anyway while he’s staring intently at your beautiful eyes, and noticing your stubble, and damn, those lips look surprisingly rosy, and his golden hair…
Of course, if one were to sell it without owning a pawn shop, say someone who wants to get rich off of their relative’s kindness, they would have years of bad luck. Like…