"Yes, yes, good," says Bud.  "Obedience will bring you far."

    "Thank you, my master," you grovel.

    "Now," says Bud, stopping the motor.  "I want you to row us out to the middle of the lake where your first lesson will begin."

    "As you wish," you grovel.

    You grasp the oars and row the boat out into the lake.

    As you row, you notice it's becoming increasingly difficult to move the boat --  as if you're pulling more and more weight as you go.

    Then you look down and see that Bud's feet have morphed into large anchors.

    "When you have mastered control over your body," says Bud, "you will find it quite easy to change your shape -- even your mass -- as I do."

    "Hey, can I try that?" you ask.

    "Yes," says Bud.  "Put the oars down and stand on your head on your seat."

    Wanting to please your new master, you do as he says.  It's been years since your last head-stand, but you manage a decent one after a few awkward tries.

    "Now," says Bud.  "Directionally morph yourself into a standing position."

    "I... I've never morphed that way before," you say.

    "Yes, I know," says Bud.  "Concentrate.  Feel yourself dissolve into fluid and then quickly reorient and solidify!"

    "I'll try it," you say.

    "No!" says Bud.  "Do or do not!  ...And if you do not, I'll whup your ass bad."

    You close your eyes and concentrate.

    You feel your body soften.

    Suddenly it feels as if your whole body is pouring down around you.

    Reacting, you throw your head upward and right yourself, then solidify your body.

    "You see," says Bud.  "You can do it.  ...Together we will be an unstoppable force against the false Powells.  And Powell Camp will be ours."

    "You want your slicker back now?" you ask him.

    "Yeah, gimme that back.  And do another exercise.  Back into a handstand."

    You remove the yellow slicker and give it back to Bud.  You get yourself into a headstand position.

    "All right," says Bud.  "Now, I want you to try it like this."

    He reaches down and starts the motor up again.  You figure he just wants you to morph while in motion.  But that is not his plan.

    He detatches the motor from the back of the boat and lifts it up over his head.  He carries it over to you and balances the whirring motor on top of your feet.

    "Now," says Bud.  "Concentrate deeply."

    You close your eyes and clear your mind.  Soon images flash before your eyes.

    "Lu... Lucia... Stephen..."

    "Ah," says Bud.  "It is the future you see."

    "They're in pain!"

    "Damn right," says Bud.

    "And Anna..." you say.  "She's... naked!"

    Suddenly you lose your concentration and your balance.

    The motor slips, falls, and grinds up your crotch.

    You fall over the side of the boat, smacking your head against the side of the boat as you fall.

    You sink to the bottom and drown.

    "Damn," says Bud, taking out a rigor mortis fishstick from his slicker pocket.  He lights one end of it, and takes a long drag off it.  Exhaling he says, "...That boy was my last hope."

    Just then another figure raises its bathing cap-clad head out of the water nearby.

    Pam.

    "No," she says.  "There is another."
 

Your final score is:

-12974