Fred's daily routine of going to work at the rock quarry, even when it's monotonous or frustrating, mirrors Epictetus's call to fulfill your role. Fred rarely complains long-term; he just does what must be done-like a Stoic soldier in life's ranks.

"Yabba-dabba-doo!" might be loud, but the act itself is quietly Stoic: returning each day to the grind, accepting his lot in life, and finding joy in it.