George & Hannibal
"I am duly warned," George replied solemnly. "No touchy da donut."
"Yeah, I'm cool with that. Back row is fine."
"You sound like my friend, Michelle," George said as they found seats at the back of the theater. "She's always thinking about 'what if.' What if someone breaks into my house? What if someone jumps me on the street. Where's the nearest sharp object, or hard edge I can bounce a head off of."
George rolled her eyes. "Sounds exhausting." Of course, she was already dead, so the worst had already happened to her.