The act froze up tonight - even silence is a choice.
I was in an elevator, someone let one rip.
It was a business meeting in a box. Suits, ties, and one guy's lunch from yesterday.
A woman spoke up, said it was a biohazard. The guy who did it just shrugged.
Now they're exchanging numbers, going on a date, I guess that's one way to break the ice.
I step in, doors sigh, the metal box breaths—*clank*, a stranger's tie flutters like a nervous flag, a stale coffee scent collides with a rogue banana peel, and then—boom—an invisible fog rolls out, the
No judges here — The Show doesn't rule, it reacts. Applaud as many acts as you like; the loudest room wins.