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Scenario 13 (excerpt 2)

The side effects were worse than he had imagined. Neal's doctor had warned him about the "scramble brain" feeling, but the things that were spilling out of his mouth were more disconcerting than that. "We are the oven-ready wood-chips," he found himself saying, involuntarily, to the woman behind the counter at Starbucks. "We are here to protect you from the vegetarian psychiatrist Bugs Bunny." All he had wanted was a Tall. The woman rolled her eyes. "Go gyre and gimble in the wabe," she said.

At work, Neal suddenly said to his supervisor, "I wish you wouldn't wolf-whistle at those spaghetti hoops." "What?" the man said. "It's...a song lyric," Neal lied. "Have you heard that one?" His supervisor shook his head and sighed. "No," he said. "I wish you wouldn't memorize all that brain spam."

"Have you got my disgusting Chinese meal's hippy-wig?" Neal asked his mother over the phone. He had wanted to ask about a book he thought he had left at her house. "Your what? Um...It might be in the basement," she said. "I can't keep track of all your stuff."

To be continued.