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 I am a patient man, but by the vilest pits of the vilest hells, I need some stress relief. I know, with my line of work and my staggering, wholly-unnecessarily-vast panoply of murder and holocaust magic, you'd think I'd be awesome at letting off steam.  To tell the truth, I should be.  Bang my elbow on a corner?  Burn down the house and everybody in it.  Old lady in front of me in line, taking what little time she has left to pay for her expensive, expensive medicine with the pennies she's fished from sewer drains?  Raise local temperature until there aren't any more little old ladies clogging up the gears of the local society.  Speaking o