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Let me tell you about this hammer. This isn't just any hammer. This hammer has seen more battles than your great-grandma has seen knitting patterns. It was forged in the fiery depths of Auroria, cooled in the tears of defeated warlords, and polished with the sweat of a thousand blacksmiths. With this hammer in your hands, you don't just repair gear; you breathe life into it.
Your enemy rolls up in their fancy armor? BAM! Hammer. Their ship's about to out-sail you? WHACK! Hammer. Your farm cart stuck in the mud? SLAM! Hammer. This hammer doesn't just fix things, it dominates them.
PREGNANT KARLACH ON RULE THIRTY FOUR DOT COM? B-B-B-B-BOING ! CLEANUP ON AISLE: MY UNDEROOS !