A Green Tinted Sky

[Clownpiece]

“Damn,” Somerled said, quietly disappointed, and fell to a sit, “No bloodshed. Well while they’re kissing and making up... Sonny, mind if I summon your hammer?”
“Why?” his other half responded slowly.
“Big-ass hammer.” Somerled sounded like it was completely obvious.
“Well don’t bother,” he dismissed, “The Stone chained it to my consciousness within a pseudo-pocket dimension, or whatever bullshit it actually was. I don’t actually know, that thing was weird as hell. Point is, I can still drag it out.”
“Oh,” his head drooped a bit, then basically immediately perked back up, “So you store it in... Hammerspace?” He gave Sonny no room to groan at his terrible pun, as the moment he said it, he began giggling. It only lasted a few seconds, and the spirit of the sun instantly took up the speaking mantle.
“Summon a saddle for your moose or something. You forgot to do that.”
“All right, all right,” Somerled grumbled, beginning his concentration, letting the other two continue their makeup session unperturbed.