The evil fava bean

So there you were, thinking that all they did was make you create tornado-strength winds and harness the forces of nature in your gut only to then blast it all out of your rectum for the rest of the week.

Or perhaps one plate in the morning would ensure that you spent your time walking down the street with your eyelids lowered halfway, zombified, and bumping into people without explanation, save for the word/question: "H-e-H?"

Turns out the 6th century Greek philosopher Pythagoras believed they contained the souls of the dead. And represented "the gates of hell." One day, in what is now modern day Italy, he found himself pursued by bandits. He came to the edge of a fava bean field. Rather than set foot in it, he surrendered to them and was promptly killed.

I really relate to this, as my farts smell of dead people after a plate of the stuff.