Not your average KKK

Sriram and I were attending a cult meeting today. We watched the whole sacrificial ceremony in process, seated at the end of the room lightly-dimmed by the chandelier above. The whole hall broke into silence as the cult leader dressed in a marble white robe brought out the sacrifice. Tension fills the air, awaiting the right moment for me and Ram to execute the strike.

Look ma, a shiny red apple!

The knife was lowered just 2 inches away from the heart, then attack commenced. Whipping out my candle-like weapon, I pointed it at the leader. Without any sign of remorse I shouted "Incendio!", releasing a lava-hot fireball towards the cold hearted bastard. All of a sudden, the whole commotion in the scene reminded me when I served as a commando during the Viet War.

Then I woke up realising that it is 830am. What the hell that dream was all about?

And I'm gon' be late for work again dammit.