God's Compensation/That's enough of this bullshit
“You've got to be shitting me,” you say, taken aback by the sheer absurdity of what you were just told. -hehe,- “how do you expect me to believe bullshit like that?” You interrogate him with a slight laugh. “How did you find out what my day has been like anyway? Did my doctor tell you about what I told him? That's a violation of doctor patient confidentiality.”
“I'm quite certain you didn't tell your doctor about what happened in your classroom.” Mr. Austin says.
“The fuck is with that bullshit!” you yell at him, “how do you know everything that has been happening to me today? Are you stocking me or something? I the whole school in on this sick joke?”
“How exactly do you think that so many people might cooperate to pull a joke on one person?” the mysterious man asks in an infuriatingly calm manner as though he is not even the least bit disturbed by your outburst, “that's a little egocentric of you, don't you think? A joke like that would go pretty high up and expose a lot of people to criminal liability.”
You have no words to say to this.
“Well,” he continues, “if you are still not convinced, it is a rather extraordinary claim after all, I would suggest you try calling your parents, assuming you think you can handle the heart-ache that is.”