Be me

>Be me
>Go to the theater to enjoy some film
>Someone's falcon lands on my anvil
>I hammer it

Ok frogposter
Its time to let go of your memes now

Pretty sure you get put into the cage if you do things like that.

>putting yourself in a situation where you have to go to the theaters showers mid viewing
I guess you can refill your crab legs on your way pack, but still. . .

Theater anvils are for shellfish only. I hope you got your movie license revoked.

>falcon
>anvil
>cage
>showers
>crab legs
Is this code or an American thing?

>anime
>school setting
>mc always sits beside the window

>he doesn't falcon his anvil in a cage under showers of crab legs

Can't hold all the maymays.

What 3rd world shithole do you live in where the theaters don't have any of those things?

I never have that problem, my molars can hum the theme song from Chinese Oligarchy Part 3, and they fucking hate that rutabaga.

Europoors still watch movies at theaters.

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>go to the Kinoplex in my town with my falcon
>ticket booth is behind a anti-theft bars because Gun-merica
>enter the cinema and step in the feces of a half-bird/half-niglet creature
>look at it's owner, a flannel-wearing beta male whose cuckold fetish encompassed even his pet falcon
>scrape off feces and walk to the concessions, ran by a melanin enriched fellow
>Ask for Crabs Legs and a plate of Chili and Sea Bass
>The poor as fuck theatre substitutes my meal for shrimp and tilapia drenched in tomato sauce
>I wouldn't even feed it to my falcon
>Thank Jamal anyway, as a falcon perched on his shoulder lovingly pecks at him
>Hit up the penis inspection booth
>a 400 pound negress probes my cock and balls and chides it's appearance
>"AY YO WHITE BOI, IS THE BURD ON YA SHOLDA THE URNLY ONE YA GOT?"
>Dismiss her remark, give her a food stamp, and head to the showers
>Finally get to the showers
>Beta male is there, a nest of baby negro harpies cawing and twerking around him as he shampoos one of them in an attempt to clean it
>finishing washing my hair and preaning my falcon's feathers as it pecks my crappy food
>leave and head to the theatre
>hear gunshots from inside my theatre room
>a blood-soaked man in a Bane mask leaves the Kinèma
>I say "That's a lotta blood."
>He says back "For you."
>Opens fire from his AK47
>My falcon takes the bullet
>He leaves immediately as Police sirens wail in the distance
>Enter the theatre
>Bodies strewn about, anvils serving as roosts for the falcons hesitantly pecking at their dead owners
>Look up at the screen
>Credits were already playing
>leave but not before slipping on more nigger-raptor doo

Honestly, a shit experience but not my worst.

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>go to the theatre
>have to share a bed with a fatty
>the bed support snaps
>take the repair kit out from the tool cabinet
>someone left popcorn kernels in the welding mask

Congratulations, you figured me ou!. Guess I'm going back to that other place to earn some precious karma!

>go to theatre
>have to share a bed with gay boy
>he cries and holds me when the lead dies
>I lie with an empty look in my eyes and hope the movie ends soon

kek