Bet You Can't Kill Yourself

You head up the stairs into the projection booth. Once your inside you start fastening film into a make-shift noose. You put it around your neck, prepare yourself, and jump. The film is no where near durable enough to support your weight and instantly snaps. You fall into the lap of a very large zombie fan. He punches you in the head a few times until he realizes you are not the living dead. It's a shame you made him wet himself when landed. You walk home with a pounding headache, reaking of urine.