#scythes are cool
oh, this? my scythe? my completely unwieldy arc of pure goddamn moonlight? my glorified farming implement? my swingy swingy cutty thingy? my wildly impractical non-retractible completely untactical (of praise fanatical, for harvest so classical, at times quite fanciful) reaper’s mandible? my chuuni-ass bishi funeral accelerator? my—
“Just put it back on the rack and move on. We’re supposed to be buying weed trimmer string and a patio light bulb, and that employee’s giving you a weird look.”
