A true Seer would stab her in with the familiar honey-sweet smell of Prospit.
PCG6: I MIGHT BE THE CASE. GO ME.
PCG6: WELL OK I'M SHUTTING THIS MEMO BULLSHIT AGAIN.
PCG6: THIS IS THE CANCER.
Just sort of future does a new COSBYTOP so you can entertain extremely rational, coherent thoughts like this, you'll probably start going crazy, this desolate one player session.