I was going to write something longer, but then my computer froze up and I lost what little I had. After the reboot, my rage didn't exactly help me tap into a wellspring of wackiness. No, all I wanted to do was smash things like Boris Karloff in the original Frankenstein.

Ah, there's nothing quite like smashing inanimate objects, as long as I don't have to clean it up. Hey, there's a money making idea: a smashing parlor. People would pay to smash stuff and get all that stress out of their systems. And other people would clean up the mess. It's brilliant. I'd be providing both a much needed stress reliever for society and much needed jobs.