Weasel and OTA
"Oh fucking fuck me. I knew a free movie was too good to be true."
Weasel slumped in his chair as all hell broke loose around him, so low that he had practically made his way into the small space where ordinarily people would walk. Too many people around him were panicking, turning themselves into perfect targets, but Weeze knew from personal experience to lay low. Unfortunately, the people sitting beside to him where tripping over him to get out of the aisle.
"OUCH OUCH, FUCK! Watch where you're stepping lady! OW!
He had to get the hell out of here, or else he was going to be trampled to death. Scrambling to his feet, he followed the panicked sheep, looking around... where'd the gunman... er... gunwoman go? Before he left the aisle, he grabbed somebody's abandoned tub of popcorn... waste not, want not, right?