Banta groaned but didn't budge.
The usher became impatient. "Sir," the usher said, "if you don't get up from there I'm going to have to call the manager."
Again, Banta just groaned, which infuriated the usher who turned and marched briskly back up the aisle in search of his manager.
In a few moments, both the usher and the manager returned and stood over Banta. Together the two of them tried repeatedly to move him, but with no success. Finally, they summoned the police.
The cop surveyed the situation briefly. "All right buddy, what's your name?"
"Banta," he moaned.
"Where are you from, Banta?" the cop asked.
"The balcony."
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