Michael: My wife’s vagina scares me… There’s a fundamental alien otherness to it, a sort of labyrinthine quality to the organ that I cannot shake off any time that I look at it. This is my dark web, this is my pandemonium, and it is something that I cannot overcome.
Tony: But you have the heart of a lion, you are like Cecil, protagonist of Final Fantasy IV and noted Lion of the wild. You’re somewhere between Simba and Kimba, in terms of bravery. What force could bring you low?
Michael: I know, man, I know! But that’s the rub, you know? It’s something so foreign, something that Lacan never touched structurally, but Kristeva giggled about while leaving this devil’s knowledge in a footnote somewhere in a journal long forgotten in Croatia. Oh well, its OK man, I’ll endure…
*LAURA ENTERS, LAYING ON A BED. HER LEGS ARE OPEN AND SHE IS PROSTRATE. MICHAEL WALKS TO LAURA, KNEELS IN FRONT OF HER TORSO, AND BEGINS TO WORK*
Cast: Tony, Mig, Randall, Jessie, Mary
Topics: [In the title a**hole]