The telepathy test sounds interesting.

The telepathy test sounds interesting. You make your way to a small office in the psychology building.

"Hi there, here for the telepathy test?"
You look up from the sign up sheet and answer in the affirmative.

"Great. Go right in," says a pretty Chinese gal, indicating the door on the left. You can't help noticing her breasts, which look unusually large for someone of her stature.
"Is there a problem?" she asks.

You quickly avert your attention to... uh... the painting on the wall. "Just looking at that picture." You smile idiotically. She nods and walks away.

Inside, a student not much older than you has you sit, and starts immediately.
"I'm sure you've seen this plenty of times before," he explains, "but we just want to start you off with something easy and recognizable. Don't worry, it'll be easy." You feign understanding with a nod.

"Okay. Here we go." The man flashes the back side of a playing card in front of you. He looks at you intensely, like he's waiting for something. Should you be doing something?

It's almost like the guy woke up from a trance. "What?"
You repeat your question.
"Oh." He's genuinely surprised. "Yes, you're supposed to guess what card this is!"
You smack your forehead. "Ohhh right, right." You try to laugh it off.

He laughs too, perhaps trying to explain your obliviousness to himself. "Out partying last night, huh? Don't worry, just take your time. Remember, this is just a warm-up.

"Okay, one more time." He holds up the card. He stares even more intensely at you. The card seems to quiver between his fingers. His other hand rests on a sheet full of checkboxes, a blue pen in its grasp. He hovers it just above the first box, waiting to place a very satisfied "V" into it.

"Ace of clubs," you state with conviction.
The guy "wakes up" again. "Excuse me?"
You repeat yourself. Hopefully this guy doesn't make a habit of making people repeat themselves.
"Are you sure?" he asks. You shrug. He seems confused. There is a pause as he waits for you to change your mind.
"Ten of hearts?"
The guy dejectedly declines the first box and moves to the next one.

Time passes as you go through the whole deck without getting one right; even the one the guy gave you a hint on. At the end of the ordeal the guy stands up and says, "What do you think you're doing? You're not psychic!!"
"Well you don't have to get upset about!!" you yell back, "I'm just as bummed as you are!!"
"WHAT??"
"Your flier said I could come and take your test to find out if I'm telepathic or not! What the hell is your problem?"
"No, our flier said that if you were telepathic, then you should come prove it by taking our test!"
"Bullshit!!"

The both of you get into a little scuffle. You're a little stronger than him, though, so you easily get him into a headlock.

The door bursts open behind you. You turn to see the little Chinese girl charging. Before you can assess which of these jerks is the bigger threat, you suddenly black out, and find yourself on the floor, in terrible pain, with your hands tucked into your crotch.

You're still dazed, but you can hear voices of derision, saying:
"Nice uppercut, Kristy."
"Thanks. I've been practicing."
"Now get this fucking fraud out of here."

You hit the sidewalk hard. Collapsing is all that you can do as you try getting back on your feet. Great. You just got over that hangover, and now your head is spinning once again. It feels better to just lay here.

Suddenly someone's foot lands not two inches from your face. What, did those jerks come out to beat you up some more?

Surprisingly, the stranger offers his hand. You take it, lifting yourself up. His hands come forward to dust you off and straighten out your clothes. Who is this guy?

When your vision re-sharpens, King What is standing in front of you. He has that familiar smirk. "You're not psychic," he says. So he wants to start some more shit?

He gestures for you to shutup. "Listen to me. You're not psychic.
"You're something else."