I was, to say the least, confused.

“But I… Javelins? That doesn’t sound like me. And spears and… They’re so violent! What could I possibly have done to get your attention?”

She sighed, and looked at me with disdain.

“Obviously, I am also the Minor Imp of Horns, Antlers, and… Tusks. And yesterday, you signed-up for Mastodon.”

“Oh… Right, I did.”

She smirked.

“Yes indeed. Now get tooting!”