Around the age of ten I discovered I could move things with my mind. At first it was just little stuff, rustle some papers, roll a marble across the table. Then I grew to understand what I could do more and more, until one day I was contacted by an agent of a government agency, which will remain unnamed. He asked me if I would become part of a new initiative on psychic ability. "Nah," I said, and we went and got a kebab. Me and my best friend Shadowy Agent hang out all the time, now. I wrote a song about him. It goes like this... "Shadowy Agent, Shadowy Agent, how long will they let this description be before they cut me off because I've reached some predetermined and arbitrary limi