Sore throats sung a song of rage and sacrifice. Spears clashed against shields as the horses rode along the line, boosting the courage of ugly, faceless men, eager to kill and likely to die. An imposing figurehead, either a king or any hairy leader cries for freedom and tells the men to hold the line, waiting until the impossible odds approach. Some smart stunt happens, like rolling tree logs on fire or flaming arrows to light some inflammable substance placed on the ground were the enemy treads. The two armies clash, the enemy leader wounds an important character; the hairy leader of the good guys gets mad and kills the enemy leader. A few moments later, a victory warcry.
Tired of the movie (I can't recall which one it was), Walrus Eggman leaves the theater; a very typical one, actually, with popcorn on the floor and a corner where a child spilled some beverage. It's nighttime. His eyes were unaccustomed with the lights of the hall. A strong desire of taking a leak led Mr. Eggman towards the men's room.
Walrus Eggman is peeing when a silenced shot ends his life.
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