BUT...
The fisherman! He's finally here! But without the fishing pole. So the box lied. Successfully threw us off course so I would in no way expect my fisherman to come out with two axes/hatchets (I don't know the difference). Hopefully the fishing pole will come another day, but for now, let's all give a big welcome to our too-cool-for-school, ax wielding, straight from the Arctic wilderness friend, Hank "the Tank" Hunter. He wears those sunglasses year round. And at night.
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