Robert Warsaw looks behind him at the back door to the theatre.

"Did you hear that?" He says.

Biff, smoking even a huger cigar drops it and puts it out with his huge boots.

"Fucking TWISTED."


"No time for back up eh...?" Robert says, his voice hiding a hint of fear.

"No time... We go in and look for some twisted fuckers. Fuck fuck fuck... This is going to be serious."

Robert Warsaw takes out his phone, looking for a signal.

"I hate this damn town... I know inside, my family loves me - and my Krav Maga."

"Me too." Biff says as he opens the door.

Something TWISTED was about to happen.