(A muffled mental shout, and a clattering of objects. Mewtwo stumbles into view, all klutzy six feet seven inches of him, and manages to catch himself on a table. His thought-voice is low and warm.)

I did not intend to do that! Just because I think about this chair moving, does not mean it should! Stay still! Sit there! I want to sit--(He ( Read more... )