"Women am I right?"
the comedian looks out over the audience for assurance but is met with nothing but silence
Without hesitation at first he reiterates, “Am I right?”
Again, silence. His expression of joyful encouragement turns to one of desperation as the question he once posed to others to fulfill his own beliefs turns inward.
"Am I… right?"
It’s madness now- women, righteousness, comedy
his microphone becomes a snake hungry for his tongue and the audience begins to growl with the muted thrashing of their vile maws
in a flurry they devour each other before his eyes as time slows and the words gradually pour out of his mouth like a waterfall of sludge
"Wwwwooooomeeeeennnn aaaaaaammmmmm IIIIIIIIIII rrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiighhhhhttt????"
out of the black void beyond his stage crawl countless ghastly figures bellowing the words “AIRPLANE FOOD” as they begin to claw at his eyes
ye gods are not forgiving, mercy will not be found today
allow the grains in. abandon yourself.
ＳＨＥＤ ＹＯＵＲ ＭＯＲＴＡＬ ＦＬＥＳＨ ＡＮＤ ＥＭＢＲＡＣＥ ＴＨＥ ＧＲＡＩＮＳ