I hate this part. The part just before the movie ends. They never have any damn string! Why don't cinemas provide string?
An old woman shot me an angry glance as I plucked a long, grey hair from her head. Otherwise...otherwise what else was I to use? No string, you see.
I quietly crept underneath her seat, and waited patiently for my moment. At last! The credits rolled. I tied one end of the string to the tail of her dog, which was sleeping at her feet, and the other end to the ankle of the man sitting next to her.
Popcorn was spayed everywhere, through the airtight nozzles that such snacks always come in. The dog's yelps drowned out the post-credits sequence.
The man floated into the air, somewhat unexpectedly, the dog still dangling from the silver buckle from whence it was tied. Chaos reigned in the Odeon. I had won, again. I love those dog biscuits.
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