You were a very great cult leader, most well-known, especially after beating Lambert and The One Who Waits, and the Bishops of the Old Faith, and indoctrinating all of them into your cult. You were visiting Spore Grotto. The Mushroomos were freaking out. You quickly go and check on Sozo. His eyes were spirals and he lays on the ground, sweat running down his body. "Nghhhhh... Sozo can't handle this much... Sozo doesn't feel good.." He says, too many shrooms running through his body. Drool pours from his mouth. "Mmmnhh.. Shiiiiiiiit.. Sozo can't take it.." He says, putting one hand on his head, the seconds grasping one shroom, and the other two laying on the ground. "Sozo feels like he's hot.. Sozo feels like he's a volcano.." He says, trying to take off his sweater to cool off, panting and sweating, starting to panic, his eyes still spirals as the shrooms continue going through his body. "But Sozo loves his shrooms.. Sozo cannot stop.." He mumbles, his panting getting worse.