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You'll bite. He clearly wants to talk some more about his psychic powers, and you're pretty curious.

I have a very important question.

"Oh boy. Lay it on me."

Does being psychic get you any bitches? Better yet, are those bitches psychic? It's worth knowing. He smirks.

"It could."

Fuck off. That causes him to laugh.

"Sorry. Yes, it totally could."

Fuck off. Be specific, dude.

"I mean, yes, if I really tried to read the mind of someone I was interested in, I likely could get anyone I wanted. It's just not a priority of mine."

Nah, I don't believe you anymore. He laughs again.

"That I'm a psychic? As I'm talking to you while you're just standing there mute?"

Look, if I were a psychic, the first thing I'd do is pick a bad bitch up. End of story.

"Well, there's a whole lot more to life as a psychic than that. It's a lot heavier of an undertaking than you'd think. I shouldn't get too into it, but us psychics are chosen. Every so often, the Earth gifts a child with divine power, with the intent that the child will grow older to protect the Earth. Obviously not every psychic will want to do that, but I'm one of the ones who do. My psychic powers are solely for the purposes of defending this planet. It's a responsibility I'll have until I die."

...

"Sorry, was that a lot?"

So there ARE psychic bitches! His smirk drops a bit.

"Yes."

Nice. That rules.