We mages are extrasensory beings out of necessity. We live in a world of complex hyperdimensional inputs that would scramble simpler minds, I.E. yours, faster than you could cast a card trick. Oh, I'm sure your cute gymnastics and childish smoke-bombs and red pajamas with feet are effective in their own, special, little ways. But you're out of your league here. Forces you can't even pronounce, much less understand, are at my beck and call. You continue to breathe only because your existence amuses me.