>>6104367>>6104373>>6104376Well, as long as your unwelcome guest is tripping balls, maybe she can speak with whatever god cursed you to subsist on this plane of existence. Maybe ask him if you get run over any time soon?
You regret asking almost immediately, as she swerves, slams her hands on the counter, and begins frothing at the mouth, spitting out pink foam as her eyes roll back in her skull and her voice drops two octaves. <span class="mu-g">"Judged in the name of 'God', ye not guilty... But you are guilty, Judge. Of leaving a course unfinished, of hiding one face and name- of forgetting another!"</span> You don't understand- at all.
Yet she continues writhing around, pulling at her partially dyed hair and having a very public breakdown right in front of you. <span class="mu-g">"You thought we forgot, didn't you? Didn't you? Card readings! The cards! The Arcana! The NAAAAAMES!"</span>
...This is a diner. You weren't equipped for this. You weren't trained for this. You certainly weren't born with the talent to do this.
<span class="mu-g">"We're still in America, bitch! Call it whatever you want, half moon, full moon, full life, weeaboo!"</span> What the fuuuuck...
Your body has supplied you with all the adrenaline you could possibly use- hopefully not a lifetime supply. She's screaming and howling over the counter, preventing you from closing the door on her without risking her leaping over. You consider slapping her with the pan, but that seems like too much for a non-lethal deterrance. Where's that fire extinguisher? You're sure you got a fire extinguisher with this year's supply allocation. It probably wouldn't stop a rapist, but it could stop a crackhead.
It turns out you don't need it, as she sprints into the street full speed and starts screaming at the sky with raised fists and a defiant, hateful expression towards all that exists. <span class="mu-g">"ISHTAR SHALL RETURN! DAGON SHALL RETURN! <span class="mu-s">FENRRRRRRRIRR!"</span></span> The addict's howl at the smoggy daytime sky is cut off by a taxi hitting her at full speed. The driver doesn't even slow down, and you see the poor party girl turned into a stain on the ground.
Traffic doesn't stop. The head is kicked around like a football, bouncing from tire to tire until it flies out of sight. The last of it you get is a sickening crunch out of sight and at least a hundred yards away, a sound that deadens your senses with its visceral detail.