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: Am I gonna die, because I wrote this? Story
: Mr. Heep is here. He has a friend. She's beautiful. She's not feeling too well...
[makes a drinking motion
] Anna Ran
: So she's lying down in my room. Vick
: Why is she here? Why isn't she at his place? Anna Ran
: Well, she got sick in the stairwell downstairs. She is wearing no clothes under his shirt. Blim-blam. Mr. Heep is a player.
: I don't know who you are, but you did something to me... to my thoughts
: Do you want to know your future? Vick
: A boy, in the Midwest of this land, will grow up in a home where your book will be on the shelf and spoken of often. He will grow up with these ideas in his head. He will grow into a great orator. He will speak, and his words will be heard throughout this land and throughout the world. This boy will become leader of this country and begin a movement of great change. He will speak of you and your words, and your book will be the seeds of many of his great thoughts. They will be the seeds of change. Anna Ran
] The cookbook?
: Mr. Heep, I KNOW I sent in that form. I gave it to you on the stairs... My sister's all angry at me now. Cleveland Heep
: Well, i'll check again... By the way, this is my friend, Story. Vick
: ...hi Story
: [Looks up, then looks down shyly
] Cleveland Heep
: [watches out of the corner of his eye
] Uhh, yep, you were right, here it is. Vick
: ...Great. Cleveland Heep
: You alright? You look a little... Vick
: I'm feeling a little funny, it's nothing. Cleveland Heep
: [looks at Story
] Is it a pins-and-needles kind of feeling? Vick
: Kind of... Yeah. Cleveland Heep
: Maybe you should go lie down. Vick
: [to Story
] Nice meeting you. Story
: I'm so very happy we saw each other.
: What are you guys whispering about? Is he trying to get you to tell him how many kids he's gonna have? I told him, Eight: all bratty boys. Vick
: I asked her if she knew the name of the deaf, dumb and blind guy that's gonna marry *you*.
: Change doesn't happen the way you say it's gonna happen, without dramatic events that accelerate thinking. I wrote this thing. It might take decades or longer to create a reaction before it anchors in the consciousness.