Like, literal voices that I could hear. Out the window, in the vent.
They have no meaning and only enjoy provoking me.
Problem is they are waaaay too stupid to be part of anything I created.
They didn't even know that the moon pulls the tides.
I THINK THEY ARE MIND READERS.
Real Fucking People.
So I have all the local psychics and shit listed in the phonebook as targets in the future of near-fatal accidents.
And any telepaths that might come across these rat bastard fucks have GOT to have a meeting place somewhere on the web.
I bet they fuel the drug industries by MAKING PEOPLE SCHIZOPHRENIC. Yes, a purpose in life! To exploit what little talent they have and see how much they can profit.