How hard would it have been to focus test whether or not going through Hell and back then coming home to your fake house at 3 AM just to hear the shrill voice of your half-demonic brat/half-adorable fake kid go "_____! You're home! Let's play a game!" would annoy the f**king piss out of anyone but the Dali Llama?!
And don't get me started on those moments where you just know that "You're back! I got you a present, ____! I hope you like it!" = either a crappy potion you never, ever, ever use or a staff you would never even want to use (or my favorite, the set of two of either one--like they were 2 for 1 at Fantasy World Wal Mart or some crap!).
So flawed, yet so endearing--most of the time, that is (the rest of the time I often want to stick sharpened pencils in my nostrils and slam my face into a desk like John Cusack in that one movie...).