Hypersmurf said:
Hugo the Magnificent, Archmage Extraordinaire, has devoted his entire life to the service of others. With his natural affinity for magic, he could have ruled the world... but instead, he turned his talents to ensuring peace and prosperity for the common folk of the kingdom. He is wracked with assorted pains and ailments - the results of sacrificing his own life energies on numerous occasions when protecting the kingdom from Dark Forces - but he'd do it again in an instant, because With Great Power Comes etc etc.
Then one day he's having a quiet drink in a tavern, and he overhears a conversation at the next table - a man has lost his entire savings in a card game, playing beyond his means in an effort to impress his mistress. "What'll you tell your wife?" someone else asks. "I won't," the man says. "I'll go see old Hugo - spin him some line about needing money to cure some orphans of a horrible disease, or something. He's supposed to be a pushover, from what I hear."
Hugo reviews his life, and realises that people take him for granted. He's sacrificed everything for them, and they look on him as a piggy-bank. Well, no more!
This reminds me of the Blackadder Christmas Carol:
[Christmas morning. Ebenezer wakes up.]
Baldrick: [from outside the room] Mr Blackadder! [enters, holding a sock] Looks like Father Christmas just forgot about me this year.
Blackadder: [stands] Oh, dear me... [takes sock, and begins reaching inside it] But don't be too unhappy; because, if you look very carefully, there's something in this stocking from me...
Baldrick: Oh!
Blackadder: In fact, it's something I made for you...
Baldrick: Well, that's the kind of prezzie that shows the most love! What have you made for me, Mr B?
Blackadder: I've made you... [takes his hand out] ...a fist.
Baldrick: A fist?
Blackadder: Yes — it's for hitting [punches Baldrick in the face]... and what's wonderful about it is that you can use it again [punch!] and again [punch!] and again [punch!]. Well, what do you say...?
Baldrick: [weakly] Thank you, Mr B...
Blackadder: Think nothing of it, Baldrick -- I, after all, think nothing of you [punch!].
[Hanging onto the window, calling through, is the young boy.]
Boy: Oi! Gitface! How about a penny for the season?
Blackadder: Hark! Do I hear the voice of a darling little cherub at the window?
[Blackadder walks to the window and opens it, causing the boy to fall down with a scream.]
Blackadder: [looks outside, then shuts the window] No — I must have imagined it.
[The doorbell rings.]
Baldrick: Shall I get that, sir?
Blackadder: No, Baldrick — leave them out in the snow until I get dressed. I'll only be about forty minutes.
Baldrick: Mr. B! Where's the milk of human kindness?
Ebenezer Blackadder: It's gone off, Baldrick. It stinks.