George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate.
If he had a hammer, he wouldn’t hammer in the morning, evening, or all over this land.
Nor would he hammer out love between his brothers and sisters.
Imagine, for a moment, George waving a hammer in your face, ordering you to love your brothers and sisters.
Because, if you take that literally, it’s kinda sick. Almost like incest.
No, just no.
It’s just plain wrong.
Thank goodness that George doesn’t have a hammer.
Or a bell. Or a song.
He just has a sword.
Because he’s a pirate.