My father came to me in a dream and told me that the hammer was just a tool and that I was being rash and foolish and that I needed no hammer to fulfill my destiny.
I ignored his advice and bought one of these because it was cheap and I missed Mjölnir, my hammer. (Did I tell you I had a name for it? I told you we were close).
Anyway, I bought one of these, vanquished Hela and praise the gods, became king, albeit in a spaceship, but it’s better than nothing, right?
Buy this hammer, human.