PAUL:	It's all the rage these days -- everyone's got to have their 
	own personal psychic -- and now I'm getting mine.  Miss Betty is 
	the most fashionable clairvoyant in town at the moment, and she 
	has kindly agreed to fit me into her tight schedule and even tighter 
	basement apartment.

BETTY:	Make yourself comfortable.

PAUL:	Oh, excuse me there -- oop -- bet you didn't see that coming.

BETTY:	Mock me and I'll put a hex on your head.

PAUL:	Sorry.  Business is really booming for you, I understand.

BETTY:	Oh ya, sure.

PAUL:	There's a huge craze for psychics these days.

BETTY:	I predicted it.

PAUL:	I confess, Miss Betty, that while I've seen some amazing voodoo 
	zombie work, I remain sceptical about most occult mumbo jumbo.

BETTY:	We'll see about that.

PAUL:	Now, you're not just a psychic.  I hear that you dabble in a 
	bit of everything.

BETTY:	St. John's isn't big enough for occult niche marketing.  How 
	about I give you a general introductory consultation ?

PAUL:	A complete physical -- a complete mental.

BETTY:	A complete mental, that's funny.  O.k., let's start with the cards.

PAUL:	Tarot cards?

BETTY:	No, hockey cards.  

SFX:	SOUND OF CARDS SHUFFLING VERY DEXTEROUSLY.  CARD TURNS.

PAUL:	Great.  Hit me.

BETTY:	Hmmm.  Harold Snepts.  That's not good.

PAUL:	I liked Snepts -- classy player.

BETTY:	And look here, The Turk!

PAUL:	I remember, me and Derek, we scored an eight-ball and ... 
	probably shouldn't talk about that chapter.  Perhaps it isn't 
	in the cards Miss Betty.

BETTY:	Gimme your hand.  

PAUL:	All right.

BETTY:	You got some funny lines here, bud.

PAUL:	I wish.

BETTY:	Let's see your life line.

PAUL:	Oooo, that tickles.

BETTY:	You're destined for greatness.

PAUL:	Really ?

BETTY:	No, sorry, you were destined for greatness.

PAUL:	Oh.

BETTY:	Wow, look at this, a passing lane.  Let's see ... 
	Wait a minute, were you dead ?

PAUL:	Ya, technically. Back in '89, I flat-lined for a few 
	minutes but  I was resuscitated.

BETTY:	Still, that's strange...  Your life line goes crazy there, 
	but then it just disappears for a looooong time, and then it 
	comes back strong here .

PAUL:	That must be where I completely blacked out for a couple of 
	years back in the early 90's.  I was really messed up... well, a 
	lot of stuff -- and I can't remember a thing.

BETTY:	O.k., put your hands over the ball.

PAUL:	Now we're talking.  The crystal ball.

BETTY:	You gotta give the public what they want.  O.k., now concentrate.

PAUL:	Right.

BETTY:	Sit up straight!

PAUL:	O.k., o.k.

BETTY:	Ohhhhh.

PAUL:	What is it?

BETTY:	Wow.

PAUL:	Can I see that ?

BETTY:	Sh!  You're going somewhere ...

PAUL:	Yes?

BETTY:	Going up something ... into a dark place... a steamy place...

PAUL:	This sounds good.  

BETTY:	But you are also in great danger.

PAUL:	What kind of danger?

BETTY:	There's a new power.  A dark figure.

PAUL:	Who?

BETTY:	I don't know.  Just be on the lookout.

PAUL:	Right, o.k..  Anything from the years I blanked out ?

BETTY:	... there's a ship... 

PAUL:	The Great Eastern?

BETTY:	No, it's a desert ... or a prairie... beams of light ... 
	an airship... and ... there are strangers examining you with devices...

PAUL:	Probes...

BETTY:	Ya, there's a wee little one, and a great huge one...

PAUL:	(breathing hard)

BETTY:	...and you're screaming ...

PAUL:	Don't probe me!  

BETTY:	They're flying you somewhere .... 

PAUL:	To another planet?

BETTY:	No, to ... Tutsing.

PAUL:	Tutsing?  Where the hell is Tutsing?
 
BETTY:	...and you're falling through a vast empty space ..... 
	and you're ...  I can't see...  I'm getting interference.... 
	Something metalic...

PAUL:	That could be the plate in my head.  I've got to know.  
	I've got to know.  

BETTY:	25 dollars.

PAUL:	You swindling hag, let me see that ball!

BETTY:	O.k., 15 dollars.

PAUL:	Out of my way.

SFX:	BALL CRASHES.

BETTY:	Now you're damned.  Damned.

PAUL:	Oh, come on, it was an accident.

BETTY:	Nevertheless, you're still damned.

PAUL:	Well.  Fine.  Thanks, Miss Betty, for this introduction to 
	the new face of the occult.  I got to admit, you had me going 
	there for a while.

BETTY:	O.k., let's forget about the ball.  Think about a ten week 
	programme.  I'll give you a good price.

PAUL:	Read my mind.