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Deep from the dank, dark bowels of the Media Library... IT CAME! FROM THE CELLULOID!

Five terrible movies guaranteed to give you CHILLS! THRILLS! Or maybe just, I dunno, a vague sense that the universe has wronged you somehow and you want several hours of your life back.

Today, anyone walking into this particular Sensorium would be greeted by the sight of a late 20th century darkened movie theatre, playing a quintuple-feature consisting of old Earth movies that were honestly not very good. At the bottom of the seating area was some dude giving out free popcorn, candy, and drinks.

Howard, Zouichi, Allenby, and Jr. were around, and anyone else was welcome to walk in and join in.

[each of the movies is listed below, just tag in wherever you want. I put a small link in each movie's post so you can have some idea of what the movie is about, although honestly I would say that the movies themselves often do not actually know what they are about. All threads are open unless labeled 'closed'.

P.S. I'M SO SORRY I SHOULD HAVE PUT THIS UP EARLIER]

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"Please. I want to know why the tire in the only thing with powers. Where are the 2x4s that shoot out balls of light?" Diana sucked off the sour flakes that'd stuck to her fingers from the worms.

"That's for the sequel, duh." Howard sucks on a strawberry belt. "You know, this tire could have made a killing in the advertising business if he could have just kept his homicidal tendencies to himself. Michelin would have shoveled suitcases full of cash at him."

"The sequel?" She turned to Howard, flashing him a smile. "What? Woody?"

"What's a tire going to do with money, Howie?"

Diana actually gets a snort out of Howard from that one, which quickly turns into a bit of a cough as he inhales popcorn.

"Buy chains for off-roading, duh." Howard gets an odd thought. "Wait, if tires are alive, does that make eighteen-wheelers like, truck harems or something?"

Diana has to cover her mouth as she giggles into her palm.

"Oh, so tires need bling now? We'll just put some fake diamonds on some chains and we're all set for making money from knock offs."

She pops a hard boiled sweet into her mouth, sucking on it. "Which just raises the question, is Michelin a sex trade industry for tires?"

"Yeah, and we can do logos for all the good tire brands on big blingy gold plates and sell them for thousands. Michelin, Firestar, Goodyear. Then get sued for copyright infringement."

Just because Howard has zero interest in getting physical with anyone doesn't mean tires having sex isn't hilarious to talk about. Even with Diana. "And what does that make snow tires, the sneaky mistresses of the tire world?"

"Sounds like a plan."

"Maybe." She leaned back in the seat, relaxing. "And racing tyres must be the prostitutes. You know, since they're got hardly any tread." She smirked slyly.

"Sort of gives new meaning to the words 'spare tyre'."

Howard giggles. "Good point. Di, I think you're on a roll."

Ba-dum tish.

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