[There's one good thing about Graham's destructiveness, and that it's surprisingly orderly. While there are parts surrounding them, they're all very neatly lined up in the order he removed them. Of course, that doesn't mean he necessarily removed them all in the correct order. Another good bit of news is that there isn't a ton of parts to wood-burning stoves like this.

Still, Graham looks between all the pieces with increasing anxiety on his face. After a few moments he leaps to his feet, hands on his head.]

Augh! I don't know! I don't know where they go. Why do I perfectly understand how they come apart, but I can't put them back together? Why is my only talent to destroy instead of create?! Am I really a Hero, or was I truly brought to this place to continue being a villain?!