Darryl laughed and glanced at the fortune-teller. “I’m not interested.”

“No, sir!” The fortune-teller shouted in panic. Kent secretly instructed him to stall Darryl. He grasped onto Darryl’s arm and pretended to analyze his palm, “You have a terrible fate awaiting you, buddy.”

“Yes, you’re right! His life has indeed been difficult!” Kent burst into laughter and yelled, “Everybody! This fortune-teller is really accurate!”

“I am not interested in psychic readings. Let me go.” Darryl was exasper