["Sometimes"? Just "sometimes"? She squeezes her fist harder and replies through gritted teeth.]

Yeah, right. Maybe for you and your Happy God Yodagamer-whatever, it's all rainbows and eggnog parties, but some of us had lives, and some of us had friends, and some of us were just earning our deepest, innermost heart's desire, before it was ripped away like some screwy cultist sacrifice!

But sure, lady, keep telling me it's not. All. Bad.

[She's squeezing so hard now that the clay head is popping out from her mitten.]