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We both stared at the bag of popcorn, just left there, most likely by a small child of some sort.
“You thinking what I’m thinking Marco?”
“I don’t know, am I?”
“I think so” I responded.
Immediately, without thinking, he snatched the bag in his hand, and dashed off into the theater, with me following not too far behind.
“Shit! Do you think anyone saw us?” Marco exclaimed while sprinting down the hallway.
“I don’t know! Just keep running.” I replied.
As we went around a corner, we saw a ticket-taker right in front of us, as we were running in full speed, but it was too late. We ran right into her and fell to the ground, spilling the popcorn everywhere.
The ticket-taker slowly got up, scratching her head.
“Watch where you’re going fools!” she spat at us.
“Us?! You’re the one in our way, bitch!” Marco defended himself.
“Now I have to clean up this stupid popcorn” she groaned.
We both then remembered the reason we were running in the first place; now there was stolen popcorn all over the patterned carpet.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuck” I panicked.
“It’s okay, no one will know about his” Marco said with a smile on his face.
He pulled out his Colt Python out of his jacket pocket, and held it close to the kneeling woman’s head.
“You better clean up this fucking mess and not tell anyone about the popcorn” he snarled through his teeth.
The ticket-taker slowly looked up at him and complied, scared for her life.
I leaned into Marco’s ear and harshly whispered: “What the fuck are you doing Marco?" "One moment we’re stealing popcorn the next we’re killing an innocent woman?!”
“Yeah, I guess this is how we’re gonna go” he said with a tear dripping down his cheek.