You're one of them, aren't you? Yeah, don't play coy with me because I've heard the whispers. I've seen the furrowed brows and pursed lips as people pass me by, waiting until I am just out of range before commenting openly to each other that I am sane. I know they are all plotting against me, these shadowy individuals trailing my every step, lurking in the darkness around every corner and I know why they persecute me, too! They persecute me because of my sagacity, my mental acuity, my reason and my even keel. "Oh, he's playing with a full deck", they mock, "his marquee is shining brightly, every bulb a beacon of rationality", and I can just feel their scorn as they intimate such. I know they are out there. They are all out to get me.
You're one of them, aren't you? So it's finally out in the open instead of hiding behind innuendo and code. There are so many of you, I imagine you must feel brazen enough to call me sane right to my face! It's finally come to that, hasn't it?
I knew they were all out to get me, and I finally have proof!