"Okaaay," Steff said slowly. "I still have no idea what you just said. It sounds pretty bad-ass, though. So, basically, you're, like, the chief minion of these bene Jessirats, whoever they are? They sound like some kind of crazy cult of organic farmers, but hey, I bet even crazy organic farmers need minions, too. And if you have these abilities, have you ever been tempted to use them to, I dunno, crib test answers?"

((Wow, I didn't even try for crack by putting Steff in here.))