"Cough cough, gasp gasp," you say, holding your throat and
collapsing. You hope to blend in among the other well-dressed
patrons, but the thermo suit and gas mask are a dead giveaway.
As terrorists spill into the room, one picks you up by the
shoulders and slaps you.  "Are you the snake?!" he asks in an
accent so thick you can barely hear through it.