You're doing a good job being a stereotype all by yourself. All you need's a drum circle.

[Blake crosses his arms and looks flatly down at the kid.]

Hate to break it to you, but fortune telling is occult crap.

Trying taking a shower and cutting off the dreadlocks before somebody hauls you off to the home for wandering hippies.

[The look on his face gets even more dubious.]

Visions. Are those the kid that come from eating funny mushrooms, or the ones from licking frogs?