The scene is behind the barracks on Cadia just after the final and decisive battle of Abbadons 14th black crusade.
There is a Space Marine with a spring and handle powered projector and lots of other Marines from various chapters staring up at the image on the wall with expressions of mild interest on their face.
Dark Angel1: pass the popped corn and let us consume our low nutrition snacks, brother Azaziel.
DA Azaziel: of course brother Jophiel, but in our folly we have forgotten to pop the popped corn. Woe are we, this sin of oversight shall never be forgiven.
Space Wolf: in row behind shut the feth up you depressing drell face! I don't want to miss the adverts!
DA Jophiel: hark unto the stupidity of our demented distant cousins, how they find pleasure in a time of filmage reserved for contemplation on thing yet to come. Such is their folly.
SW to next SW along: by all the gods of Fenris I hate these stupid transvestite monks!
DA Azaziel: what is thy meaning of these fiendish and derogatory names of which you insist on calling us?
SW: your wearing a dress.
DA Jophiel: these are not dresses. These are holy robes to show our devotion to the Immortal Emperor!
Second SW: hey girly, all I know is that I can see lace on yours and smell lavender. I'd actually put money on you wearing a thong under that armour.
DA Jophiel: Heresy!!! How dare you suggest that we, the Emperors most devout servants, would profane our blessed armour by the wearing of a woman's under-garments!!!
First SW: hey you're the one wearing a dress!! Now shut the feth up so I can watch the godspite film you miserable scrotum sucking crap stabber!!!!
Second SW: yeah you-
First SW: SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!!!!!!!!
DA Jophiel: Foul- WHACK!
First SW: Next one of you to say a godspite word gets their ears ripped of. That goes for you too short arse!!! pointing to a Watcher In The Dark
The pre-film advertisements continue for the next couple of minuets un interrupted until suddenly - - CLONK. The sound of bone bouncing of the SW metal skull plate.
First SW: AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
Black Dragon: sorry. It's really hard to eat popped corn with these mutant arm blades.
At the word mutant the Gray Knights an the back row start to twitch.
GK: KILL, PURGE, BURN!!!!
SW: ARRRRRRRR!!! rips the Gray Knights ears of Next one of you pathetic hypercritical self righteous retards speaks and its killing time!!!
Second SW: what film is this any way?
Projector Operator: it says on the box "The Fable Of The Black And White Space Marine And His Black And White Bike"
DA Jophiel: Nice sword. Hey what does that say on it 'If found please post to The Lion, Rock, Caliban.' Holy Freeking Fallen it Cypher!!
Watcher in the Dark: Aw wight, Guv.
SW: Would You Shut The Fu- CLONK!!!
Black Dragon: sorry. Popcorn again.
The ensuring brawl causes the two Dark Angels to be pounded into unconsciousness and Cypher to laugh at the DA's getting their asses kicked by a big hairy savage.
The scene is still the make shift cinema on the planet cadia. It has just got to the part where the Black And Whit Space Marine has just rescued the Commanders daughter from the chaos rebels
Space Wolf Rune Priest: Get your tits out, get your tits out, get your tits out for the lads, geeeeet yoooouur tits out for the lads!
First SW: If you don't shut the frell up right now I'm going to make you eat that wolf rug you have on your head!!!
SW RP: sorry. But you got to admit she's a real corker.
First SW: Would you shut up!!!
Second SW: besides, Space Marines aren't allowed to get jiggy with it. sad expresion
Cypher: speak for your self. Near terminally smug expression
Black Dragon: no wonder the Cross Dress Marines are after you then. For pity's sake don't let them catch you from behind.
Loud sound of braking machinery and the screen goes off.
Cypher: By Kime's proverbial Balls of Steel! Watch where you're walking!
Salamander: Sorry. Someone left a dodgy helmet in the road.
Watcher in the Dark: My precious. Gollum! Gollum!
Second SW: can any one else smell barbeque?
All look at the salamanders
Salamander: what?
First SW: what are you burning?
Salamander: Nothing. Honest.
Second SW: we all know your mob are a bunch of pyromaniacs.
Salamander: It's not us this time, its that dude over there with the picture of the burning birdy on his shoulder.
First SW: great steaming Kraken turds! Some one get a bucket of water!!
SW RP: no don't. I'm cooking a steak on him.
Flame Falcon: yeah I get half a steak out of this.
First SW: but for pity's sake stop using a power claw a steak prod.
SW RP: Feth off!
Second SW: could you please hold this bag of un-popped popcorn?
Cypher: nearly fixed it!
Every one rushes back to their seats.
SW RP: munch, munch, tear, chew, gristle crunch bone BURRRP!
Ultramarine: thou mayen- mustnen- myessent- gives up you are not allowed to eat steak at the cinema!
SW RP: Pike off! Uuumm, nice steak.
Ultramarine: this is treason!
SW RP: look you over grown pompous smurf wannabe what is your problem?
Ultramarine: only popped corn and rancid parasite infested hotdogs may be consumed at a gathering of people that have gathered to watch recreational filmage.
SW RP: and where in the nine hells does it say that pile of blarp?
Ultramarine: here in the most holy Codex Astrates. all present Ultramarines bow heads as a sign of respect
Second SW: isn't that the book we use to have in the bog at the Fang?
First SW: yeh. What happened to it?
Second SW: we ran out of bog roll.
All SW: Ha ha ha ha ha!
Ultramarine: Die Foul Scum!!
SW RP: WAIT!
Ultramarine: what?!?!?!
SW RP: sign says no brawling in the cinema.
Ultramarine: I see no such pointless sign!
SW RP: Just there on the side of the Dreadnaught.
Ultramarine: the sign in the suspiciously still wet paint? Well if it is written down then it must be obeyed.
CLONK!
First SW: if you hit me with those sodding things again I'm gonna rip them of and shove them where the sun don't shine!!
Black Dragon: Nostramo?
First SW: What?
Black Dragon: the sun doesent shine there.
First SW: trust me I canfind a short cut!