"He's ....
too smart. He must be plotting something!"
is heard from the distance.
"You are right... but wait. Are you saying we are stupid? Speak for yourself.
"
"No no! That's just what he wants us to do! To argue over little things!"
"My mind. It has been... BLOWN."
The wise, omniscient one speaks out in defense-
"The balance of the universe is.... not right."
"... Huh?"
"You must be in tune with yourself, to understand the path you must take."
"What is this guy talking about???"
"He's trying to confuse us! Quick, lynch 'em!"
"You have no idea what destruction you have unleashed unto the universe. You poor souls."
He continues to talk gibberish that no one understands except him, since he is so beyond the other food items in intelligence. They have been paranoid of his IQ, and never stopped to listen to a thing he said. Yet, the wise one never put himself on their level, so he didn't give a chance for them to understand his gist in laymen terms.
The wise one was still at peace, while being murdered (seasoned).
soup was lynch. He was:
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Crunch Wrap Supreme,
Vanilla Townie.[/COLLAPSE]
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