[. . . why did so many people here have such strange abilities. He'd met a teleporting girl and a flying man, and now somebody who could read his mind--
Or, couldn't, as it were. Good to know. He does find a stray cigarette in the pocket of the jacket he was wearing, so he flicks it rather idly at . . . whoever he was.]
It would be nice if you could stop it. Who are you?
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Or, couldn't, as it were. Good to know. He does find a stray cigarette in the pocket of the jacket he was wearing, so he flicks it rather idly at . . . whoever he was.]
It would be nice if you could stop it. Who are you?