|This is one of my favorite pictures in here...Velma, with her Yes t-shirt, a 1967 Firebird, and Scottsdale's Camelback Mountain in the backround.|
"I'm not telling you anything about those people," Burns told her as he turned away and sipped his coffee, "and I'm not speaking with you. It's a business deal; nothing more, nothing less. Besides, you're not even one of them. While you're at it, you two can show yourselves out."
"Them? I don't like the way you said that, Mr. Burns. I happen to be one of them." Marge Simpson raised her hand, and Montgomery Burns got a look of shock on his face as he dropped his cup of coffee to the floor. "I don't like to act this way, but you will tell me where the mutants have been moved to."
Burns felt like a mouse caught in a trap. In a weak voice he mumbled, "Get out of my mind."
A worried Lisa asked her mother, "Mom, what are you seeing?"
Marge winced. "At this level, all I'm seeing are a bunch of business receipts and paperwork." She began to move her other hand as if she were opening doors. "He was terrified of snakes as a child; that doesn't help us very much now."
Lisa looked at Burns with sad eyes. "Mom, I know you don't like to hurt people..."
"I know, sweetie." Marge pinched her fingers together; Burns let out a moan, as if he were at the dentist and being hurt by a dental tool. "Montgomery, I know this hurts you. You need to tell me where the mutants were moved."
"Can't," Burns said in a shaky voice, "too much money..."
She squeezed her fingers closer together. "The pain is only going to get worse until you tell me."
His face cringed. Finally, he told her. "The old army barracks south of town."
"Gosh darn it, I hate doing that." Marge spread her fingers apart, and he began to relax; he felt like he could finally breathe again. "Mr. Burns, you're going to rest in that chair over there, and you'll have no memory of what just happened. Lisa and I were never here." Complying, he sat in the chair.
Lisa tugged at her arm. "Mom, we've got to move quickly."
This idea hit me the other day when I was driving home from work; I had shown Marge with other psionic powers, but had never shown her as an esper; I call this "sifting" someone's mind. It's also been a while since I've done a Monty Burns pic - he's a great chew toy, as he's such a nasty character. As we can see here, he's somehow involved with human trafficking of other mutants.
Smithers came into Burns' office, and found him dozing in a chair. "Sir, I just saw Marge and Lisa Simpson leaving here. What did they want?"
Burns yawned. "You know, I don't even remember them being here. I did have a wonderful nap. I had a really strange dream, though..."
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