WhiteDwarf : Examine your swords.

The hard-light material in these bad boys was imported from the eastern arms of the galaxy, and slaved over in the forges of dedicated swordsmiths experiencing profound media-trance (which is to say, watching certain cartoons at double speed). You would never put your hands on a weapon inferior to these, a policy which finally has a loophole in the form of your hand containing a weapon inferior to these.

WhiteDwarf: So how's life with a robot arm anyway?