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The last mix to the evening from Hollywood's fourth most enchanting comedy confines right

here at the Improv lab where the experiment has apparently just begun.

If I could describe the setting for you here, it's like a Vymar Cabaret where any manner

of person coming in, of any indigent quality, people of nefarious background have gathered

here like William Brose, Interzone, to try to trade passports.

You can hear them coughing because many of them are tubercular in the background.

It's a malady that fills this room, a mixture of greed and opiated malformed dreams.

And so once again we take to the ether trying to strive above the measma that Earth finds

us bound to and seek for the highest violet caliber of the quintessence of the universe

that spins so far above the Van Aown radiation belt that once again we seek solace in each

other's companies, our molecular structures change and re-identify and re-integrate and

we all find each other here at the Improv lab across the street from the unfortunately named

Red O restaurant.

It's a Mexican restaurant started by a man from Chicago.

I ask you ladies and gentlemen, secondly Red O is the worst title for a restaurant in

the history of ever.

The word red should never be in a restaurant.

Red sauce, rojo, whatever, mojo, mojo, but no one wants to have a red O.

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