Anger management.

Dead lifts? Dumbbells? Just curious.

Sometimes I work out, but I find that takes only a bit of the edge off.

 

Is that you in the sidesaddle, Flasher? Never seen that side of you before.

 

Crank up Alice In Chains to ears-bleed level and sit in the corner with a scowl in my face.

 

Visit a bathroom at a Minnesota airport. Tap your feet. Relax.

 

That's disturbing. Why don't you just punch somebody?

 

Wait, you got past "kill a man with a trident" and you think my approach is disturbing?

Oh, and the movie put me to sleep ...

 

You could do permanent damage to your ear drums, you know. Trident wounds will heal, eventually.

 

Except trident wounds to the eardrums.

I just let it fester within me until it either kills me or manifests in the form of overwhelming hopelessness, which is far safer for those around me.

 

Play tennis, go to a kickboxing class, do something where you can punch the hell outta something (not someone, Ike).

 

Take it out on a part-timer.

 

That's not funny. I'm not amussed.

 

I scowl and am generally quite unpleasant to be around.

This is different from my normal persona in that normally I smirk and am unpleasant.