Jim has dropped himself smack-bang in the middle of the grounds, slouching in a beanbag as he eats from the bag of sweets on his lap. Popcorn is long gone, and occasionally he sips from the coke squashed at his side, but for the most part he's rapt as the Jedi are mowed down.

"Assholes," he exclaims to no one in particular, a bark of alarm given when Obi-Wan is shot off the mountainside.

He really likes Kenobi, okay. That guy is awesome.

"You look so cool," he tells Anakin, shaking his head and chewing open-mouthed, "but you're just a wad."

If anyone happens to be sitting next to Jim, they'll already know this is coming. He tends to talk about whatever pisses him off and reacts animatedly when his favorite characters (Anakin and Obi-Wan, even if he keeps huffing frustratedly at the former) are in danger.

"Oh, shit, he knows they're dying! Oh my God, Yoda, no." Shaking his head, his holds the sides of his face and groans. A yell of, "Not the younglings!" echoes the moment Anakin strides into the Jedi Temple and he drops his head back on his beanbag. "Why is everyone such a secret evil dick in this movie! 'Master Skywalker'. Run, kid! Is Obi-Wan really dead?"