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oticing a small back alley that should be easy to hide in, you quickly seclude yourself behind some trash cans. The large scary guy emerges from the internet café, waving the gun around. His neck gives him absolutely no peripheral vision, and you start to inch back toward the other end of the alley. He starts to lumber towards the dorms, and as he shrinks out of sight, you go faster and faster to the other end.

“Hello. You must be the Hinton Pagliacci fan.” The voice fills you with fear, and when you turn around, you see a well-groomed individual with proper hair care and shiny white teeth. “We should have a discussion.” He motions towards his car, a rather fancy-pants limo. You’ve never ridden in a limo before!

To go on a rant about how bad most movies are, go to 19.
To go on a rant about how overpriced teeth-whitening solutions are, go to 3.