Magic Myc: ...Huh. Quiet morning.
Magic Myc: Okay, there is NO way all of you are thinking about nothing right now.
Magic Myc: ...Hello? Anybody? What are you thinking right now?
Magic Myc: Oh no. Oh no no no.
Brett Hand: So then I told him, bro, you can't just wear cargo shorts to a networking event...
Magic Myc: Uh huh. Yeah. Words. You're saying them.
Brett Hand: Step one: eye contact. Step two: nod sometimes. Step three: say 'totally' every ten seconds.
Magic Myc: I want to die.
Reagan Ridley: Your neural pathways are fine. Synaptic response is normal. Psionic throughput is... actually elevated?
Magic Myc: Then WHY can't I hear anyone's garbage thoughts?!
Ron Staedtler: Stand back. I built this baby from a microwave and a car battery. It'll reboot the fungus.
Reagan Ridley: Ron, that is NOT how mushrooms work!
Magic Myc: Ron's thinking about a meatball sub. Brett's worried his hair looks flat. Reagan is internally screaming the word 'idiots' on repeat.
Brett Hand: ...My hair looks fine, right?
Reagan Ridley: Myc. You weren't broken. You were hungover. Your blood-alcohol equivalent is still at point-three.
Magic Myc: ...In my defense, those margaritas were for science.