One day, THOR was lying trapped under the colossal leg of a stone giant he’d just demolished. Try as they might, the Gods just could not free him. Sadly they sent for THOR’s young son MAGNI to make his fond farewells.
"Good god, dad," said the lad, "what the hell are you doing under there? Hold still, I’ll have you out in a jiffy. Jeez, look at that leg. It’s big. Where’s the rest of it? I see you gave that monster a hammering. Pity you didn’t send for me sooner. I would’ve punched its lights out with my bare fists."
MAGNI was three years old at the time. THOR didn’t know whether to kiss him or give him a punch in the ear.