Tyler Durden: The first rule of fight club: You don't talk about fight club. The second rule of fight club: You do NOT talk about fight club.
Narrator: I wanted to put a bullet between the eyes of every panda who wouldn't screw to save his species, I wanted to dump oil over all those French beaches I'd never see, I wanted to breath smoke... I felt like destroying something beautiful.
Narrator: Over a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.
Tyler Durden: I want you to do me a favour.
Narrator: Yeah, sure.
Tyler Durden: I want you to hit me as hard as you can.
Narrator: What?
Tyler Durden: I want you to hit me as hard as you can.
Tyler Durden: This is your life and it's ending, one minute at a time.
Tyler Durden: Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken.
Tyler Durden: WOAH! You just shot at your imaginary friend next to a truck full of 400 gallons of nitroglycerine!
Answer: Most likely they either went back afterwards or chased the security guard off somehow. It's also possible with all their inside connections that they stole the body from police custody.
Greg Dwyer