Please, for the love of God tell your egomaniacal girlfriend to quit contacting
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rich. “Crowd control? Get Mikey to do it. He's a Sourceror; he can control anything.” Number one, fuck you. Number two, I'm out on bond —
jail bond. Have you considered petitioning your local Judges for an order of no contact? Tell them it's an emergency. That seems to help. Did she choke the goose on the fishing trip? Has your ego taken a blow? Do you feel the claustrophobic, inexorable creeping touch of Death coming up behind you?
Tell it slow.