The mob was furious, the attacks and the crop vandalism were more than they could take. Flaming torches were lit, pitchforks were sharpened as they stormed into The Watering Hole
"Dann! Come out, all 20 of us have decided that you are really a pod per--"
"19." Someone cut across Thork's angry rant.
"What?"
"19 of us, remember, the vote was at 18, then Saddam voted for Dann, that makes 19--"
"No, pseudonym," Wendy argued "There were 21 votes, Ichi voted for Dann, too, remember?"
"Yeah, after that vote..."
The debate raged and became more and more vocal, in amongst the confusion, nobody noticed that Dann wasn't in his bar. Soon the heated discussion turned to violence, with Pseudonym and Cheesus exchanging blows. Gayer scooped a bottle of whiskey off the shelf and brought it down with a smash on Ichi's head. The village novelty rock salesman slumped to the floor with a river of blood mixing with the potent alcohol. Gayer felt her stomach lurch and the group calmed down as they watched Ichi breathe his final breaths
"...keep right on to the end of the...ro-ad...ugh..." The blood and brain which oozed from the sickening wound on his head was all too human.
****
Ichi was killed and was not a pod-person.
There are 17human townsfolk and 4 pod-people remaining.
It is now night-time until 1800 tomorrow. Man in black, send me your guess.
ET, send me your abductee