Yea, sure, I used to be in the psychic Mafia, don worry pal,
I won't be diggin through yer thoughts any time soon.  Make
enough at this bar to make ends meet.
     People don realize, forth a' da damn planet is stone insane. 
Getiner heads, see those worms, na, I hadda get out.
     Take the Spazmaster, der was one strange dude.  He was a
Teak, well he moved things, OK?  I'm a Teep, I read I send, but
don worry yer little head, I got outta that while I was still
sane.
     The Spazmaster had one trick, point his finger at some
sucker and they'd 'do the funky chicken' for a while.  I'donno,
maybe he learned how to hit some lower brain function.
     Gotta remember, business is business.  Spazmaster forgot
that rule.  Took to doing bystanders, and I warned him.  He just
got wilder, cowboyed a damn convention once, think they explained
it away as 'legionnaires disease' or somesuch crap.
     The one rule, is don get noticed, hey, no one wants another
witch hunt.
     So we all went over to Spaz's place, looked up at his winder and
gave him his freedom.  Ya know, I think if he had ten more feet
he would have learned levitation.
     Have another, you look a little pale.