Multi-pack Madness: Across the Mehltiverse

“And that might’ve been the end of it,” said the Hammer of Dale Doom, “had this vase named Dale not stalked me through the street. On a crowded corner, he began berating me. He mocked me for being a lowly hammer, and one that only removed nails, never drove them in. He said I ought to be ashamed of myself for trying to soil the reputation of a good woman. He said I ought to be thrown in jail. And I was. After I struck him. It was barely a hit, just enough to make a small crack in his base. But I was arrested, and the shame of it was too much for my mother. She fell into a stupor from which she would never emerge. As for my love, she was but a picked flower. Though my sentence was short, I never saw her alive again. Needless to say, when I emerged from my cell, I vowed to destroy not just this Dale for good, but all instances of Dale across the multi-verse.”