MATT: Hello everyone. I've done a few pieces here, and I they went over somewhat well. So, I think it's time I moved on to something a little less academic, something more experimental. So, from now on I have no idea what is going to happen. (pulls beads out of his pocket and walks around looking at audience waiting for women to expose themselves).

APRILLE: (stands up). Okay that's enough. There's no reason for you to keep doing this. Just sit down. Not only is it demeaning, its just not working. Your little experiment is failing. It's time for the next person to go. (sits).

(MATT hesitantly gets ready to end the piece).

PAUL: (stands up). Hold on one second. I can't believe you don't see what Matt's doing with this piece. Clearly he is making a social commentary, I think we should let him finish this however he likes. Beads for Boobs, Quid Pro Quo, Tit for Tat! (sits).

MATT: HaHa.. Yeah I guess so, but then I'd have to show my Tat!!

MICHAEL: (sitting down). THAT WOULD BE A POINT FIVE!!!

PAUSE

MATT: What? A point five? What's that supposed to mean? That doesn't make any sense at all. That means nothing! I mean, I understand that you are trying to make a comment on the size of my penis, but sketch length isn't determined by that. Come to think of it, "tat" make any sense at all!!!! In fact none of this makes any sense at all!

JASON: (enters). It is I! The that-doen't-make-any-sense-at-all-isher!

MATT: The that-doen't-make-any-sense-at-all-isher?

JASON: Yes, the that-doen't-make-any-sense-at-all-isher! I used to be the PUNisher, but I was so filled with self-loathing that I now PUNish those who don't make any sense at all! Hence my name… The that-doen't-make-any-sense-at-all-isher!

MATT: But, your name itself, THAT doesn't make ANY sense at ALL!

JASON: OH!! THE BITTER, BITTER IRONY!!! (Punches self in crotch repeatedly).