mind hanging out with i started to say , before she interrupted me . the director-general 's shuttle came to a full stop . the alien 's blade lay beside it . the entire contents of my lunch threaten to come up on me . `` you 're calling about your phone , right ? '' i bit my lip , desperately trying to hold back the tears with the taste of my own blood . welcome to the fantasy version of one flew over the cuckoo 's nest . '' 