Women can't kick my butt, TML; they're too busy getting me a beer and putting extra starch on my collars.
Why does Zelda even need a sword? Assuming she can even lift it, she'll just flail it about ineffectually like a feather duster, until she gets too tired from the exertion of doing anything strenuous and collapses, sobbing, on the floor, while her kidnappers laugh. (And it isn't because women can't fight [although they can't]; it's because Zelda is a royal, and royals don't understand this concept of 'work'. Really, think about it--what physical activity will Zelda have had to master in her life, aside from 'walking erect' and 'chewing', perhaps even the all-too-tricky 'using silverware without accidentally poking oneself in the eye with a fork'?) |