"I, solomon, predict you will get scammed into telling some upperclassman the whole class's roles, which they will sell to the highest bidder, but you won't believe me because I am cursed."
"haha funny joke I would never get scammed, bye."
"Well, at least don't mention me at all"
(in the distance) "sure whatever"
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"hey new student, wassup I got Role Advice for you what's your role and also that of the entire class"
"okay, my role is chariot and I wanna (...) and that's penelope's deal, and lastly-"(wait sol had some hangup or whatever, well I have honor) "-there's our teacher who's the fortune teller."
"Okay, here is a bunch of totally legitimate role advice and I am definitely not not selling your information later."
"Cool beans"
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"Hey remember when I predicted you would get scammed by an upperclassman and wouldn't believe me and then that happened? well, now I'm predicting that if you jump off that cliff you'll regret it cuz there are deadly snakes at the bottom."
"Psht. Just because you made a joke and turned out to be right one time doesn't mean there are deadly snakes at the bottom."
"Why do I even bot-""OH GOD DEADLY SNAKES AT THE BOTTOM"
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"welp. third try's the charm. remember the scam and the snakes incident-"
"We do not speak of the snakes incident."
"too bad. now I think that tomorrow, after the 999th lesson any member of our Class has recieved from the Educator counting role selection, the Metaphysicist is going to barge in as the 1000th Tarot Trump, using our Class as his way back to Earth, if we don't stop him."
"Jeez, where do you get these ideas? That's totally ridiculous, the Megaphysicist's been gone for over five years!"
"But I was right the last two times."
"Yeah sure whatever you got lucky about social psychology and some reptiles, but this is ridiculous! There's only 22 Trumps in Tarot in the first place."
"Do you not have basic pattern recognition?"
"Look, I get you're trying to convince me to believe you, but you need more believable claims in whatever scam you're running."
--shortly--
"I am the Metaphysicist, the most illustrious student of the Educator, summa cum laude. I've returned here to enroll for a brief course on Tarot as the 1000th Trump, as I graduated without completing my full tri-year allotment. If there are no objections?"
"THE METAPHYSICIST? BUT HE'S BEEN GONE FOR OVER FIVE YEARS."
"I told you so."
"so you got lucky again, so what?"
"do I hear you correctly? One upon your number predicted my return?"
"Yeah, Solomon."
Solomon and the Metaphysicist stare at each other for ten seconds, realize their exact respective opinions on philosophy and the spaces where they agree and disagree, and then come to a simultaneous conclusion that they hate each other.
"Hn." (Both)