But the [Tech] is on the fritz due to what I believe would be classified as 'bombardment by an angry god', which violates your warranty, as we all know. -- RecklessPrudence
The Smudger hemmed and hawed over the broom. Ran a pendulum over the length of it and whistled backwards, the sure sign that something expensive was about to happen. "Are you sure you haven't angered any gods?" they said.
"Not to my knowledge," said Duji. She had her knitting out because it had already been ten minutes. "I always try to stay on their good side, me. You never know when it's going to be helpful."
The Smudger lit some incense and carried the burner under the bristles. "None of your ancestors ticked off a supreme power? They're the ones that go in for cursing until the somethingth generation."