Wednesday say the mad gleam in Destruction's eyes and his own grey eye flamed with the same light. Ducking Desturction's onslaught, the peg did not wedge itself up his nose, but rather bonked his forehead. "I know an old Russian god that would show you how to really place a peg." For a moment, Wednesday considered changing his fish into a large, Mjollnir-esque hammer and really showing Destruction and thing or two about wooden pegs, but the memory of Mjollnir's owner sobered him. Stepping back from the battle for a minute, he took a long draught from the beer that contained his eye. "This reminds me of the Great Herring War," he said, trying to distract the others just as much as himself. "You never did see so many flying herring as those battles."