Kutty smiled, cracked an egg into a cup of milo, and took a loud sip.

The multiplex owner stared. Then, to everyone’s shock, he laughed. "One ticket," he said. "For the Drunken Master show."

"Thank you, Jackie. You taught the world that small things — a ladder, a fan, a tiny theater — can be the greatest weapons of all."

The multiplex owner came over the next morning, fuming. "You’re stealing my crowd with your… your… jumping jack nonsense!"

And somewhere, in a quiet corner of Hong Kong, Jackie Chan sneezed.