Temper

"THEY HAVE NO PATIENCE!" he yelled. "ALWAYS COMPLAINING!" She nodded sympathetically, but acknowledged the irony. "The year is YOUNG!" he continued. "Just DAYS OLD! For the love of anything - ANYTHING holy or unholy - quit your whining and prepare for better days ahead!" "It has been a brutal year for many," she inserted carefully. "Enough so that they fear the future will be no different." 'CHANGE IS THE ONLY CONSTANT HERE!" he railed. "When have they NOT had challenges to overcome? When has ANYTHING been perfect!?" She smiled at him and did not reply; it was of no use (he could go on like this for ages). "I'm not turning anyone this year! Idiots!" Dracula blasted to the world outside the castle's enormous stained glass windows. "NO FROLICKING WAY! NO. FROLICKING. WAY!" She did everything she could to keep the laughter back, but the staccato repeat was her undoing.