Trump and Starmer Forge Alliance: Another Pact Forged in the Fires of… Paperwork?!

The Pen is Mightier Than the Leviathan Axe… Apparently

Hmph. I hear tell that Donald Trump a… leader of Midgard and Keir Starmer a chieftain from across the pond have scribbled some runes on parchment. Apparently this signifies… agreement. They call it a 'trade deal.' I call it another distraction from the real battles. Battles of axe and shield! Not… numbers and percentages. Bah!

Fantastic He Says. I Say Show Me Strength!

Trump that flamboyant one boasts that their relationship is 'just fantastic.' As if 'fantastic' can fill a warrior's belly! He even brandished the document nearly dropping it like a babe in the woods. Such clumsiness! Does he not know the weight of responsibility? Or has he never wielded a weapon heavier than a… quill?

Autos and… Flying Machines? The Gods Had Chariots!

Starmer the quieter of the two mumbled something about 'auto tariffs' and 'aerospace.' Sounds suspiciously like the Dwarves' tinkering. In my day we rode into battle on fearsome steeds or perhaps a giant serpent. Now? They bicker over the price of… machines. The world softens. It sickens me.

Canada? Another Realm Another Headache

This… 'Group of Seven summit' takes place in a frozen land they call 'Canada.' So more cold then back in Midgard. Is there no end to these gatherings of talking heads? If they spent half as much time forging weapons as they do forging… pacts Midgard might actually stand a chance.

Signed and Done? Nothing is Ever Truly Done!

'We signed it and it's done,' Trump declares. Fool! Nothing is ever truly 'done.' The past clings to us all like the ashes of a dead world. This 'deal' will have consequences. Mark my words. Boy!

Prepare Yourself Boy! A Storm is Coming

This alliance this 'trade deal,' is but a ripple in the pond. But even ripples can become tidal waves. We must be vigilant. The world of men is ever on the brink of chaos. Now where's my axe? I sense a need to… release some tension.