"Shittest. Job. Ever." Felix stared off almost sadly into the middle distance, as if picturing the imaginary plight of the poor midget trapped in the confines of the world's scariest Hot Topic mannequin.
"Oh!" He perked up, wishing his hands weren't full so he could snap his finger as he tried to think of the title even as the doors opened. "The Tarantino movie. The one where it was like two movies in one, and the other one had that psycho muscle car guy that Kurt Russell played. Shit, I need to watch those again-Planet Terror!" He grunted in satisfied victory, raising his drink as if to toast himself before he directed it toward his mouth instead, as if he forgot what he'd intended to do with it halfway there as he stepped out. He sighed happily again after he swallowed, his face thoughtful. "That's exactly what this house needs. A Tarantino marathon. Just a long line of ultra violent revenge flicks to get the fuckers behind the cameras sweating that we'll get aaaaall the ideas."