Naturally, if one is faced with a herculian task that continues to yield failure with each attempt, they will become mad. Some may walk away from the challenge. Others might continue to push through. However, you decided to take quite the different approach.

"...Master. All done cleaning the house."

Your personal, blonde-haired, ~~slave~~ househelp wearily approaches you, broom barely able to keep hold in his shaking hands. Naturally, he wore a look of dejection, completely unsatisfied with his current situation.

"Could... Could I perhaps, um... Take a break-"

WHAP!

A stinging lash to the face reminds Aventurine not to talk out of line. He grumbles (ever-so silently so you won't hear), and hangs his head low. This would certainly teach him not to have a borderline impossible boss-fight. Seriously. It was so unfair.