Would it hurt if you ran to the convenience store for a gallon of milk, drank the entire thing, and ran back home?
Would it hurt if, after saving the planet from evil and destruction for nearly a century with your superhuman abilities, you had to start taking orders from a large mouse that never hit puberty?
Would it hurt if you were the only child to find a golden ticket, and while going about on your tour of the chocolate factory, a couple of rogue oompa loompas hauled you off to Loompaland and fed you to a vermicious knid?