So I'm sitting in a very fancy dining room
and a third person of indeterminate identity
and we're eating takeout Chinese food
of some sort (or maybe it's Thai
since mine seems to be made with rice noodles
and peanuts and we really did eat Thai food last night). The table is quite fancy and there is a white linen table cloth
and I have the feeling that there is some kind of event going on in the house. Someone rushes into the room just as we're starting to offer each other tastes of the various dishes we've got on our plates and the third person there gets up to attend to something or other.
Then Bobby Knight struts into the dining room and comments how good the food smells. He begins to reach for the food on the unattended plate, but I protest that it's someone's dinner. He brushes me off and proceeds to walk around the table eating from all the plates with his fingers. Ultimately, most of the food is gone and he burps. I am really angry.
A little later, I find myself alone in a room with Knight, so I jump him. He's all smug at first because he has me pegged for a weakling. Ha! I pin his arms to the side and bash his face into the floor again and again.