In between sticks and broom handles, many invisible ninjas met their demise in my backyard
I start doing some witcher pirouettes and shit. Until I hit myself with the stick and feel dumb so I toss it...
The cursed stick still lies somewhere waiting to be picked up before it strikes it’s next puerile warrior.
Sweeping and vacuuming is a sword fight, especially if you blast the Pirates of the Caribbean soundtrack while you do the chores.