[Oh he's storming away in a huff, just miles away where you can't see him. Imagine his robes swirling and the fish hanging from his belt swinging menacingly. He's going to look up carpentry spells to fix his racetrack. When all you have is a hammer the whole world is made of nails; when all you have is ridiculous spells the whole world is... a magical .. thing. That needs magicking.]
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