I took the two liter And I put it inside of the left pant leg and then I tied a knot underneath so it hung there and looked like my leg was cut off from down here. ::Laughter:: So I walk into the movie theater and then I look down and the two liter is just swinging all around. It’s like, knocking over small children. I stop for the girl to like tear my ticket. The two liter does not stop. It just keeps swinging. Out of the corner of my eye I see a security guard, standing there, looking at me. But let’s be honest with ourselves. What is he going to say? “Sir. I noticed… that there is a problem… with your leg.” You are correct. It appears that I do not have one.