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Last night I dreamed I was a medieval knight in a tournament. I was battling another knight for the hand of the princess. He had adamantine armor, an adamantine shield, and an adamantine morning star. I had an assortment of weapons to choose from: a janitor’s mop, a push broom, a Granny Smith apple, a net, a commemorative George Takei coffee mug, a crutch, a banana, a teddy bear, a long blood-stained femur, a cricket bat, a 2 x 4, an unloaded Kalishnikov, a pitchfork, a spider, a flute, a wad of cash, a kielbasa, an oar, a bullwhip, a bouquet of roses, an electric guitar, and a melting popsicle.

For reasons that escape me, I chose the popsicle.