A few HOURS each day?!!?? Oh, you said “emasculating”. Never mind.
Compared to a sword, that wand could make the most unkindest cuts of all.
Hate when that happens …!
Proof that reality is malleable and magic is real, and he’s bummed out by it.
“That’s a pain that’s gonna linger, no question.”—Ed Grimley
Not-so-great moments in phallic portraiture.
Frogbert asks if he can do it till he needs glasses.
Looks like the magic has gone out of his life.
I surrender dear.
She said she missed me, and then she started to reload…
Maybe you could spend that time beating your biscuits?
Is that a young Harry Palmer?
I no longer have my deadly hand-forged sword. But emasculating wands and gelding knives are a dime a dozen (actually two for the price of one, but that sounds like a feeble pun).
Singing castrati are rare nowadays, but once were more in demand and accordingly in supply. Eunuchs, too, but I stray….
The words to the wise: I’ve a deadly sword.