Well, obviously. Rosa would really like to meet anyone who would root for the corporate folks so she could just punch them right in the stomach.

But, hey, if Tightpants had any issues with it, he wasn't saying anything about it, and that was what mattered. She had a ridiculous movie about a robot police officer going on a justice rampage, half-way decent beer, non-shitty popcorn, and no gremlins singing on her balcony.

God, this was so much better.

...until, of course, her latest handful of popcorn just so happened to pull out of the bag with that single unpopped kernel. Which she picked out from her palm, held up between her fingers, and just looked at Tightpants with a clearly disappointed look, shaking her head.

She took it back; worst movie date ever.