As soon as he said that, there was an immense foreboding. The sonorous ringing of a cracked bell passed through their bodies, a deep tone which painted blue the space between red marrow and white bone. Even Lord Drakkon, stoic and imposing, wavered. The Princess Sword quaked in fear of the arrival of its bane. All present, no matter their place of origin, their species, the spandex they wore, or the steel they carried, were unified in deference to one’s arrival.

Sam was not American. But he suddenly felt quite patriotic.

The saloon door opened. The national anthem, in all its patriotic glory, blared. It shattered the glasses. It shattered the ice. It heralded the arrival of the new Literally Hell’s Kitchen: Mini! celebrity guest judge, Vice President of the United Circles of Hell Michael Wilson.
 
- Ragnarust Round 5