The Last Viking

Now his attention swerved in another direction. “Oh, Holy Thor, I think I am in Asgard,” Geirolf said enthusiastically. He soon learned that they’d entered Am-eric-hah’s version of Valhalla, a real man’s paradise—the power-tool section of the hardware store.

“ ’Tis as a noted philosopher once said. ’Tis better to have experienced the joy of love, despite the pain of parting.” He paused and tilted his head in concentration. “I think ’twas Will-son, the neighbor on Home Improvement who spoke the words. Or was it Ernie on Sesame Street? I misremember now.”