When he decided to speak up, after taking a crisp gulp of his ice water, wondering where his red wine, his wife, and his lightning bolts were, he knew precisely how to magnify it so that all parties present could hear him loudly and clearly. Of course, after clearing the sediment of crazy from his throat.
"There would be more symptoms, yes. Electrical disturbances -- I've already deja'd this vu all week it fuckin' feels like -- can cause visual and audio hallucinations. Thing is though, the next symptom would be feeling a presence. Weird effects on the cortex." Tip of his finger rounded the frontal area of his apparently, not so stupid head. Though yes, it was indeed inflated. Hello? He's Zeus. And even it wasn't real, just the thought that Zeus would be an abstract selection of some random act of fuckery demonstrated the point that he'd been only partly able to express to everyone in his life -- he was meant for greatness. "And then of course there's low frequency sound, but we'd be getting at least a slight headache... I'm not a scientist. Don't take my word for it. Look it up. What's happening isn't an easy phenomena to reproduce? But it's possible. It's very possible. Thing is, we're not bananas. We're all perfectly sane, and in my case, magnificent and charming. "
He of course, added the lemon zest of a self compliment to make people laugh. Not to sound like a dick. Though, if it ended up making him sound like one, he hardly cared.
"So, the dilemma here isn't in accepting that we're all participating in a thing we can't really comprehend, but rather accepting that there's nothing we can do about it at the moment."
The waiter he'd flagged down earlier finally showed his face.