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Come, we must sit in an orderly fashion. 'Sit upright,' with your backs against the seat. Do not prop your feet up on the table in front of you.

How does it feel?

Mighty uncomfortable.

No, this is how one ought to enjoy an opera. This is how they all enjoy their shows. Now, you're one of the upper crust! Everyone respects you!

Why don't you try putting your feet up?

Push everything off the table and set your feet up on it. Then, taste what they just brought out to you—a lump of still-bloody meat.

Now, how do you feel?

There's no way in hell I'd feel comfortable here.

Hm... You're exactly right. Then, how about we do whatever we want?

A duel scene just happens to be unfolding on the stage. The protagonist just picked up his dagger, bringing it down on his opponent.

Woah, what an incredible combination of lighting and sound effects! The foe has been downed!

Bravo!

Finally, something I can understand! Give me more of this!

Bring the wine! This is barely anything, and you aren't bringing out more yet?

There is a knock at the door, brief and gentle. The waiter outside will not step into the box without permission.

'Excuse me, signori... I apologize for interrupting, but...'

'We would be honored if you could please allow the patrons downstairs to quietly enjoy the show...'

The carwash worker looks over at the door to the box which has been opened just a crack, and walks over.