A friend of mine's sister had gotten involved with a cult. His family met with a professor who warned them about the standard tactics that cults employ. Sure enough, when he (the brother) asked to attend a meeting, the cultists picked them up and immediately separated them, placing the sister in the front seat with the driver, and placing the brother in the back, between two attractive young ladies, with his favorite music playing on the car stereo. How did they know this? They had pumped the sister earlier for information. It was (according to him) one of the creepiest nights of his life.
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The separating of us was truly disturbing and creepy. The assigning a new name for me was the flag to get the hell out of there which we ended up doing after dinner.