My staff was broken today. And no, not by Gandalf. By my Shifu. And no, I wasn’t perched on top of a tower in Isengard promising doom and gloom.

But now that it happened to me, and I know exactly how it feels to end up with a fractured staff, I don’t think it’s such a big deal after all. Really, Saruman should’ve just bought a new one.

Or fixed the old.

That’s what I did.