The Fury Page #3

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during our experiments,

and I guess Hester's had it.

Thank you, Hester.

I wanna stress that no particular talent

is needed to achieve this.

Anybody can achieve alpha...

with a little patience.

Wanna try?

Sure.

Try to remember that "alpha"

is another word for "passive".

Right.

Visualize sitting in an empty theatre

in front of a blank screen.

And let that screen fill your mind.

- OK?

- OK.

- What is she doing?

- I have no idea.

Don't mind about them.

It's OK. Are you all right?

Creep!

I'd say I'm pretty sound,

considering the ravages of time.

For instance,

I don't have the use

of any more than one

of my limbs or vital organs.

Good thing the Lord God Jehovah

built in so many spare parts.

But when the old ticker gives out,

that's it.

Ain't that the truth?

- How long do you think you'll be staying?

- Oh, shut up, Vivian.

- Let the boy enjoy his breakfast.

- Thank you.

- What is it they want you for?

- I'm a high-level security risk.

Ooh!

(Bell rings)

Did you get it yet?

- No.

- It's been over two months!

Would you shut up, Betsy?

It does not! I mean...

- Gillian, I was saving that seat for Cheryl.

- Too bad.

- Cheryl can sit over here.

- Oh, God.

Cheryl, I'm sorry. I tried to save a seat

for you, but Gillian just took it.

- Look, have my seat...

- Hey, watch it!

Good Lord, Pam! If you're that nervous,

why don't you masturbate?

Are you ready for tomorrow?

You two are so sweet!

When are you getting married?

See any ghosts today, Gillian?

- Cheryl, you're not very funny.

- Gillian's not very funny.

There are more mature ways

to get attention, don't you think, Gillian?

Have you seen

Mr Wadkins' new girlfriend?

Yeah, where'd he pick that ticket?

Read my mind.

- What?

- Tell me what I'm thinking.

Come on, right now.

Read my mind.

That's what they say you can do.

No, I don't know how to read minds,

Cheryl. It's ridiculous.

- Cheryl, just...

- Shut up, LaRue!

I only wanna find something out.

That's all.

All right, come on.

Oh, great! Now pay attention, everybody.

Gillian's gonna perform.

I didn't say I'd...

Cheryl, I don't know anything

about reading minds, all right?

I mean, I don't even know

what I'm thinkin' most of the time, so...

get off my back.

- Gillian, you're so full of sh*t.

- Cheryl, you're an a**hole. Just shut up.

She can't help being upset.

She has to take it out on someone.

What did you say?

You don't want everyone

to know that you're pregnant?

What? I would like for you

to explain that little remark.

Just what do you think

you know about me?

I'm sorry, I didn't...

- Tell me!

- Let go, Cheryl. Let go.

- Tell me!

- Please let go.

- Cheryl!

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