"Okay, I swear you guys are just screwing with me now." He looked at the pile of clothing that used to be Paul, and at the melted human candle that was Ms. Velmont. He started cackling maniacally. This was comedy fucking gold. Granted, he was most definitely insane, there was no other explanation. Maybe someone had drugged him. He was considering this when his head began to hurt again. "Oh God, no." He dropped to his knees and clutched his head, his eyes glowing once more. The thoughts of the people in the room an undying symphony. "GET OUT OF MY," He screamed. "HEAD!" An explosion of force erupted out from his mind, breaking the glass out of a portrait on the wall. He collapsed, unconscious.