PHOENIX: As I was about to say… “Telekinesis” means “mind over matter.”

U-Men: I’m not scared… I’ll match your natural powers with my electric blood transfusion.

PHOENIX: No… No. I’m sorry, you won’t. All your minds… looking out through those little portholes… Naked insecurities crawling all over you like graffiti… So sad… You’ll be quiet and you’ll listen to someone else for just 5 minutes. Mind over matter? Think back to all that processed food you ate today to help calm your nerves. I’m thinking about it right now. I’m thinking of moving it up.

U-Men: Aaautch! Bblaaauuurrr!

PHOENIX: And moving it down.

U-Men: Oh! Awwwww!

PHOENIX: I don’t want you to get hurt but you have to understand… the more you annoy me the more I can’t help thinking about deconstructing you, molecule by molecule, memory by memory… until there’s nothing left but screaming, traumatized atoms. So don’t patronize me. Don’t threaten me. And don’t ever endanger any of my students again. Don’t even think about it. Or I’ll know.

Author: Grant Morrison