Once upon a time, your humble Walrus was a journalist. It was a noble calling, ended only by the grim realities of newspaper economics. It was a glorious time.
When I was new to the job, I arrived one day at my first fire scene. Luckily, no one was injured, but there was a huge crowd clamoring around the building, and I couldn’t get close enough to talk to the people I needed to interview.
So I did the only thing I could.
I shouted “THEATER!”