"No, I'm pretty sure I don't. If you go for round two on the poor things, I'm not sure they'll have any higher functioning left to scaremonger your partygoers next time." There's clearly something Wrong with a lot of the lunching ladies, the empty eyes and emptier smiles. She can't imagine they chose to be the way they are. Something happened to them, and probably something ugly.
Rosemary seems to have more gumption than the rest of her cronies. Like the puppetmaster pulling the strings. Which means she probably should watch her step here, but she's too pissed off at this point to tread as carefully as she should. "So is it you that's scrambling minds like fried eggs or are you just managing the mindless for someone bigger and scarier? You're a woman in 1961, so I feel comfortable assuming you don't actually get to be in control of anything."
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Rosemary seems to have more gumption than the rest of her cronies. Like the puppetmaster pulling the strings. Which means she probably should watch her step here, but she's too pissed off at this point to tread as carefully as she should. "So is it you that's scrambling minds like fried eggs or are you just managing the mindless for someone bigger and scarier? You're a woman in 1961, so I feel comfortable assuming you don't actually get to be in control of anything."