Thank goodness you escaped from that decrepit island of Battling and Royale...ing. You used The Table with great skill, rolling it out of the room while firing an unlimited amount of ammo from the Uzi that Dixon, John, and Ryan helped you find. That's probably the last you'll see of the man who looks suspiciously like Takeshi Kitano. You boarded the only plane off the island with your newfound friends and it was all smooth sailing up until a stop off in what appears to be an airport somewhere in South America. The plane "ran out of gas" say the local authorities, but you know there's something more at play here; too bad you left your wallet in your other pants, otherwise Mr. Bribe would come to your rescue. Fortunately a local seems to have taken a shine to The Table. Good call taking it with you on the plane! You're offered 8000 pesos to drive The Table to the local's dingy bar, where it is to be the new center piece for tourists and workers looking to escape their worries and woes. You don't have anything to tie the chairs down with (did I mention you brought chairs too?), so you'll have to drive slow while Dixon, Ryan, and John weigh them down. At least you'll have their conversation to keep you company and help distract you from the 200 miles of jungle that stands between you and your ticket out of this place. Join us The Underground Table for a conversation on William Friedkin's Sorcerer (1977),hear what your fellow film (and table) enthusiasts have to say about this high-tension experience that some how managed to slip through the cracks. Good luck making it through the jungle!
