Dames

This is what I can remember from a conversation between Jeremy and I at about 10 in the morning, while wandering lost in residential New Orleans, after driving several hours to the city the night before, putting our brains through various chemical and situational wringers, then waking after a half hour's sleep and walking some more, which is how we lost the car in the first place.

Jeremy: We need some dames.
Me: Dames?
Jeremy: Yeah, lots of 'em.
Me: Dames with maps.
Jeremy: Dames with maps and coffee.
Me: Driving cars, so we can get back to our car.
Jeremy: But dames... yeah, dames...
Me: With swords!
Jeremy: What the fuck?
Me: Valkyrie dames, creating swords of mythic might! With maps, and coffee, and who also have cars!
Jeremy: Or - dames who are cars!
Me: With wheels for legs, and hammers for hands!

The conversation went downhill from there, as is often the case when discussing magical sword dames.