“I’m your twin sister and also River from another timeline and a skinny Adipose and your eleventh self and K-9 in an alternative universe and Stormageddon’s governess and Captain Jack’s wife and Donna Noble’s granddaughter and a secret spy for the Master and the human essence of your sonic screwdriver and the moderator of the Doctor Who tumblr and Sue from catering and Stefanie Moffat and my name is Clara Oswin Plus-Eighty-Four-Other-Middle-Names-That-I’ll-Slowly-Reveal-to-You-Over-Time Oswald. You killed my father, Rory, prepare to die.”
The spider lay dead beside him, and his sword-blade was stained black. Somehow the killing of the giant spider, all alone by himself in the dark without the help of the wizard or the dwarves or of anyone else, made a great difference to Mr Baggins. He felt a different person, and much fiercer and bolder in spite of an empty stomach, and he wiped his sword on the grass and put it back into its sheath.
“I will give you a name,” he said to it, “and I shall call you Sting.”
- J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit