Psychic: *reads my mind*
Me: *full orchestra intro* my eyes are fully open to my awful situation, I shall go at once to Roderick and make him an oration. I shall tell him I’ve recovered my forgotten moral senses and I don’t care tuppence ha’ penny for any consequences now I do not want to perish by the sword or by the dagger but a martyr may indulge a little pardonable swagger and a word or two of compliment my vanity would flatter but I’ve got to die tomorrow so it really doesn’t matter!
Psychic: what