I'd title this with lyrics but I don't understand Asturian

[ergoipsofacto]

I dreamed last night that I was at a party with some of my Internet bros, the co-president of the Writers' Guild, and a seemingly inoffensive guy who was secretly a practitioner of unspeakable eldritch magic. I was determined to expose him in front of everyone and have him driven out, because I didn't want the competition. There ensued some kind of battle of wits wherein I tried to communicate to the others that there was something shady about him without letting on why I knew, only he caught on to me and started trying to trick me into revealing that I too did all kinds of secret evil magic. Things escalated to where we were stealthily laying curses on each other under the table. I woke up as he'd just blown up my cell phone. IT WAS INTENSE?

Basically, I don't think I'm clever or subtle enough to base a story on this premise, buuuut if I can bribe anybody to write CLEVER SUBTLE DARK MAGIC CONTEST OF WILLS AND SNEAKINESS, dude, let me know, I want it.