A fit yoga mom in leggings and a crop-top that reads, (NAMA)STAY AWAY FROM ME will win the honor of leading my murder. But now the yoga mom is coming towards me, Theraband in hand. She’ll tie the Theraband around my eyes, I’ll feel a sharp pain in my neck, and then darkness. After Yoga Mom knocks me out, she will invite everyone else to join her in their coordinated attack. As the leader, Yoga Mom will get the first bite, which she’ll take from the heart, an honor reserved for the leader.