Out with my kid this morning I felt a sudden stab of fear, realised it's because in every movie I've ever seen dudes only get to be this happy for five minutes before the action starts.
Them: Please stop. Here have your kid back.
You: Turn around.
Me from behind: Time to think about Rome again.
Them: [screams as scene fades to black]
~fin~
Do I have *great* news for you about my old side gig and dressing style! Don't fancy getting tortured for information at the end of the second act though.