You manage to find a hallway stuffed with junk from the convention and take cover behind an unused booth. Your girlfriend keeps her head down, but you can't help but see what's happening.
Convention attendees are running around screaming and tripping over themselves as the sound of rapid gunfire fills the air. In the center of it all is a man dressed in what looks like a parody of a circus ringmaster's suit, with fiery red hair and lines of paint on his face that seemed to resemble a full smile. He was grinning, dancing, and occasionally bursting into laughter as he fired round after round from an AK rifle, putting bullet holes into displays and shattering expensive merchandise.
One of the convention officials tried to restore order. He ran up to the man as he was reloading. "Please, stop this at once!! Give me the gun and we can help you!"
The man froze, turning his head and leaving his mouth slightly ajar. Then, without warning, he let out the most haunting, shrill, horror-inducing shriek of joy that anyone in the room had ever heard. "Help?!! Do I look like a mentally unstable momma's boy, baldy?!!
The official looked confused. "I-I don't understand. Why are you doing this?"
The man finishing reloading his gun and slung it over his shoulder. "Because I'm Jack. The great Laughing Jack, and I'm here to preserve the honor of my greatest enemy. My beautiful Wolfman isn't some pop culture cash cow for you to milk until the fat lady sings, and I especially won't stand for these dirty little couch potatoes dressing up like him because their fat lazy asses aren't worth spit otherwise!!!"
A cosplayer wearing what looked like a bathroom rug wrapped around his body and a Halloween mask stepped out of hiding. "Fuck you, clown boy. Wolfman isn't just one man. He's a symbol - a symbol of how we don't have to be scared of freaks like you."
Jack burst out laughing again. "Really? Then how about this? Stop me. Stop me with all the strength your puny Pillsbury dough arms can muster." He handed the cosplayer his gun and held the barrel against his head. "Go on. Put a little pressure on the trigger. You want to be a hero? Then nut up or shut your trap!!!"
The cosplayer started sweating, but just as he was about to pull, Jack snatched the gun out of his hands, gave him a kick to the balls, and struck him in the face with the butt end. "Too slow, fattie!!! Now where did I put those detonators?"
This wasn't good. Jack was going to blow up the entire convention with everyone still trapped inside.
Your girlfriend pulled on your sleeve. "This nutjob wants attention. So, let's give it to him. If one of us distracts him, the other can get everyone else outside."
"Okay. But how?"
"I found some costumes and makeup. And here's the latest Wolfman comic with Laughing Jack. We just need to decide who's going to take the plunge."