Hatrid: Let's see...what would happen if I sent an ear-splitting screech into the headphones of the pilot and co-pilot...fancy that...they swerved the plane just as you were moving about, not magnetized to the hall...tossing you off...four thousand feet up.Vicki: Boss! Boss!!! The catwalk would take five minutes to materialize---the Swift Thought at least three minutes to warm up... Mindmistress: I know, Vicki. Don't sweat it.

Vicki: Boss...boss...you're not...giving up, are you? You're not so...broken up...that your fantasy isn't real...that you're welcoming this, are you? Mindmistress: No.Vicki: Boss!!

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