I really don’t give two-tugs of a dead dog’s dick what movie theaters do to keep operating. Sell the souls of fallen employees? Fucking fine. Sign deals with Hollywood studios for shorter theatrical windows? Also fine. Whatever the fuck it takes.
Talking in a London movie theater? You better stop. There are ninjas among you, ready to slice your fucking head off. Shit in your empty skull and drink it up like scat porridge. You’ve been warned. Okay, so some of this is true. Enough to entertain me!
