He is informed of power over probability

Gunnar felt more comfortable this time with a dream of the voice. So long as it was only a dream, and didn't really seem to amount to anything, beyond a possibility capacity for ESP, he wasn't so worried.

I KNOW YOU'RE THINKING OF HER. I CAN GET HER FOR YOU.

"Who?"

MARGARET SHORTHOUSE, SCHMUCK. WHAT IS IT WITH YOU SKULLBRAINS AND YOUR STUPID GAME OF CLAIMING NOT TO KNOW WHAT YOU WANT? YOU REPRESSED MISCREANTS ARE ALMOST AS HORNY AS I AM!

"I don't think you're her type."

HELL-OHHH! SHE HAS A CLITORIS -- THAT MAKES ME HER TYPE! WHAT, YOU DON'T THINK I CAN ARRANGE AN INTRODUCTION? YOU SKULLBRAINS ARE SO SPOILED, UP THERE IN THE HEAD WITH SO MUCH INFORMATION: HEARING, VISION, TASTE, SMELL. BUT I'VE BEEN LEARNING THE SECRET POWERS OF THE UNIVERSE, AND NOW THAT THIS R.A.I.P. CONDITION OF YOURS HAS WOKEN ME UP, I'M USING THEM!

"Powers of the universe?"

PROBABILITY, KID. JUST YOU WATCH AND WAIT. I'M GOING TO SKEW THE COSMIC CURRENTS OF PROBABILITY UNTIL YOUR LIFE IS ONE ENDLESS COINCIDENCE OF PRIMO TAIL!

"Dream on," Gunnar murmured, and proceeded to do so himself.