"That’s your problem. I’ve got more than enough to share, but you haven’t been very nice to me lately." Lord above! Was that how magic worked? Did one have to bargain with one’s own psychological constructs? Sam began to think that maybe he was crazy. Holding conversations with yourself was a sure sign that a chip wasn’t seated right. Symbolic imagery, he told himself. Fighting the constraints of the imagery would only make it harder to manipulate the energy. Lacking any idea of what to offer, he said, "I’ll be better."