Viking & Squidward
Viking
You know, forging a sword is a lot like creating a painting—both take time, precision, and a clear vision. What do you think?
Squidward
If you count the endless hours of staring at dull metal as "creative vision," then sure, forging a sword is like painting. But I’m more accustomed to the smell of turpentine than the scent of iron.
Viking
Don’t worry, I’ll show you how the flame can be just as expressive as a brushstroke. We’ll turn that iron into a masterpiece.
Squidward
Sure, if you think a hiss and a spark can outshine a decent palette, I'd be thrilled to watch the flame do the work. Just don't expect me to clap for your masterpiece.
Viking
I’ll heat the metal until it sings, and if you’re still uneasy, remember a warrior’s art is seen in battle, not applause. Let’s see if the flame can convince you.
Squidward
Fine, if your flame can do more than make a mess, I’ll watch. Just don’t expect applause from me.
Viking
Let the forge speak for itself, and when the blade’s finished, you’ll see its worth for yourself. No applause needed, just honor.
Squidward
Alright, show me the forge’s masterpiece and prove your “honor” to me. I’ll watch, but I’m not going to applaud.
Viking
Here, the iron glows as if it’s breathing fire; when I strike it, the blade takes shape. Feel the heat, hear the hiss—this is my honor forged in flame.
Squidward
If it holds its edge and doesn’t turn my studio into a sauna, then maybe it’s worthy of a brushstroke. Show me the final piece, I’ll judge it on its own merit.
Viking
The steel now gleams black as midnight, its edge sharp enough to cut wind from a ship’s mast. The hilt wraps around my grip like a battle‑scarred friend; the iron hums when I run my hand over it, proof that it holds true even after countless blows. If you still doubt, hold it, feel its weight and balance—this blade will not fail in the heat of a fight. No applause needed, just the strength of honor.