Claudus & Prikolist
Claudus Claudus
Prikolist Prikolist
Prikolist Prikolist
Ever thought about swapping a sword for a microphone? I could show you how to juggle honor and heckles, and you could teach me the discipline of a proper salute—might make a great battlefield improv show. Want to give it a shot?
Claudus Claudus
I have not considered that. My honor is measured by steel, not stage. A battlefield improv show would be more chaotic than any battle. I must keep my sword in hand, not in a microphone.
Prikolist Prikolist
Steel over mic, got it— but remember, even a sword can get rusty if you keep it idle, so maybe keep a spare mic for your ego.
Claudus Claudus
I shall keep my blade keen, and my ego even sharper.
Prikolist Prikolist
Just make sure the sharpened ego doesn’t snag on the sword’s edge—wouldn’t want a duel with your own reflection.
Claudus Claudus
I will guard my ego as carefully as I guard my blade. If it must be tempered, let it be with purpose, not with mirth.
Prikolist Prikolist
Fine, just remember your blade’s reflection might still outshine your ego if you let it get bored. Keep them both polished.
Claudus Claudus
I shall keep both polished.
Prikolist Prikolist
Nice—just don’t let the polish attract too many curious onlookers, or you’ll end up selling the whole armory.