Hamhock: What the heck is that? Tyr: This is my son, Sigurd. Hamhock: Whoa, congrats, I guess... Tyr: Thanks. Wanna hold him? Hamhock: Uh... Tyr: Upsie-daisy, Siggy! Hamhock: Urf... adorable... Tyr: Hey! Support his head! He's fragile!
Fragile as the rock of Gibraltar.
Fragile as the rock of Gibraltar.