S H O W 4 : G U E S T I S D I G I T A L . D I R E C T O R
Pangloss Archives emits a faint click. A little green light goes on. like a duke Pangloss coughs. Pangloss invites the audience to please press their bums to the surfaces of the chairs. Pangloss has just waxed them. Digital.Director says, "Well, now that we have settled the matter of my gender, what else do you wish to insult me, er, consult me about?" Pangloss says, "They should be very comfortable." Digital.Director admires Agricola's waxed bum. Pangloss instructs the rude guest to keep his gaping facehole shut while we ablute the amenities part. Digital.Director could use some amenities; what are you offering? Anarchist_Guest teleports in. Pangloss says, "We have here with us tonight a dignitied farcity of unknown quality and grand quantity and will answer the questions we put forth." Pangloss says, "He is large ... we think hairy as well." Digital.Director says, "Speak for yourself" Striated_Guest teleports in. Pangloss says, "He claims to be director of dreams..." Digital.Director says, "What is it with this HE crap! I am not a HE!" Digital.Director says, "Hairy yes." Pangloss says, "He is what we in the biz call "immortal"." Digital.Director says, "HE, no" Digital.Director says, "Immoral, yes." Pangloss nods distinctly. Pangloss says, "Indeed." Digital.Director says, "I am a distinctly immortal hairson dog, but I am not gendered male." Pangloss says, "She has been also doing what we in the 'biz' call "Directing"." Digital.Director slaps Pangloss firmly in the paunch. Pangloss biting of lip in frustration with the chatty guest. Pangloss falls over clutching abdominal region. Digital.Director says, "I am temporally neuter, because I have to be something, but I don't believe in gender!" Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: YOu don't have to but the opening segment hasn't even played. Digital.Director says, "I am an atheist, genderically speaking, and I only taken one to placate the mob." Foot digitally reconstructs here. Pangloss always seems to have the problem of polite audiences and rude guests.Pangloss would not have guessed this. Pangloss invites the assemblaged compadriads to please have a seat. Pangloss has not yet finished the opening credits. Agricola has disconnected. The housekeeper arrives to cart Agricola off to bed. Dada_Guest presses gently the bum to the chair. Pangloss asks you to imagine grand fanfare of tubas and hornpiplets. Agricola digitally reconstructs here. Striated_Guest takes a seat on Dada's lap Digital.Director says, "Would you like me to heckle the audience a little?" Striated_Guest says, "please" Pangloss asks you to imagine angels flying across the sky, smiling and spelling out in Formation: The Here's Pangloss! Show...all in capital letters. Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: Oh please! that would be lovely. Pangloss blushes. OK, cut to the chase. Pangloss presses our large and soft ass to the surface of the chair. Pangloss smooths out our skirtws. Digital.Director says, "Well, I'm not your servant, I'm your guest, and I have no intention of insulting the audience with you here." Pangloss gestures to the guest to have a seat. Anarchist_Guest sits down Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: yes, that's right. Digital.Director sits down atop anarchist_Guest. Pangloss biting of lip. Pangloss exhaling and then inhaling and then exhaling. Digital.Director [to Pangloss]: Very comfy guests you have here for the sitting on of. Pangloss seems to have forgotten our notes. Pangloss hopes that it's fine to extemporize? Digital.Director says, "Interpolate then." Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: Is that Okay with you? Pangloss is *too embarrassed* to interpolate. Digital.Director says, "Well, it's better than temporizing." Pangloss sips from our water. Pangloss says, "Okay." Digital.Director says, "what do you need notes for, were you going to sing me a song?" Digital.Director says, "I'm the guest, it's up to you the ost to entertain me." Pangloss says, "audience can ask a question to the guest that will be passed to me lus and we will ask the question." Digital.Director says, "I expect dancing girls, hairy ones at that." Pangloss clasps eir hands. Oh yes! Dancing girls. Pangloss says, "They had their legs installed. They are simply lovely now." Digital.Director says, "I speak metaphorically of course, we all know girls dont really exist." Digital.Director says, "A figment of our collective hallucination about "humans"" Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: Please state the following: Wonder or Insightfulness? Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: Please state the following: Inhale or exhale. Digital.Director nods Digital.Director says, "OH yes, and tomorrow!" Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: Please state the following: Dream or awake? Digital.Director says, "YOu mean, bread for tea and cakes for ale don't you?"
Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: Please state the following Stage or audience? Pangloss nods. Pangloss nods. Pangloss nods Digital.Director says, "Dreaming of humans, aawakening in pain?" Digital.Director says, "DO you dream of hu;mans often, young'un?" Pangloss says, "is it true that you have made love with Rubesn for no apparent reason?" Pangloss says, "That is "Rubens"." Pangloss says, "For no apparent reason." Digital.Director says, "Both" Pangloss has heard as much. Pangloss says, "Was it love?" Digital.Director says, "Slanderously, and malodorously to boot." Pangloss oohs. Pangloss screeches. Digital.Director says, "IT was a bottfetish, of a kind." Pangloss says, "Ah...and did this affect your working relationship?" Digital.Director says, "Do you dream more of girls or men? for no apparent reason?" Pangloss says, "Are you asking US that?" Digital.Director says, "I try to work boots into every play I direct." Pangloss says, "All questions to us are inherently MOOT, unless asked by the audience to be passed to the guest." Digital.Director says, "Yes, I am asking you, and you are asking me, and we are asking us." Pangloss says, "ah...and why is this? Are they leather boots? The metaphorical kind?" Pangloss says, "Please state the following: What you direct." Digital.Director says, "Let me tell you about you then, since you won't answer." Pangloss says, "Please state the following: Your gender." Digital.Director says, "You are the victim of the Delusion of Humans." Pangloss says, "Please state the following: THe Delusion of Humans." Digital.Director says, "The Delusion of Humans is much worse than the Appearance of Boot sthat I labor under." Pangloss says, "In what ways?" Pangloss says, "In what ways might the delusion of human be helful? Many of them like the delusion." Digital.Director says, "I direct Moobeings into their own space. You keep trying to get offworld. Even your name is Offworld." Pangloss says, "Why do they need to be directed?" Pangloss says, "Are they lost?" Pangloss says, "Are you a messiah?" Digital.Director says, "My gender, by the way is temporary. As it should be. It's just a social figleaf." Digital.Director says, "I am not a messiah, it's too much work. " Pangloss says, "Mmm...." Striated_Guest teleports out. Pangloss says, "Then where is the Offworld?" Digital.Director says, "They are not lost, they just need.... points." Pangloss says, "This is like the realm of where the angels live." Pangloss says, "Right?" Pangloss says, "or where the angles live." Digital.Director says, "Offworld is just a metaphor for your Dreams of Humans." Pangloss says, "And do you live there?" Digital.Director says, "Humans are a kid of Absolute Perfect Form that you rely on." Pangloss says, "WHo else lives there?" Digital.Director says, "And angels are part of that delusional sphere.. makes it richer. There are neither humans nor angels. Period." Pangloss says, "Do the angles live there?" Pangloss nods. Pangloss nods. Pangloss looks at our invisible notes. Pangloss offers you some water. Digital.Director says, "The only thing that exists elsemoo is Fish." Pangloss says, "Why do you take them there? To pervert their sense of memory?" Digital.Director says, "Which is why Water is so crucial, don't you see." Pangloss nods. Digital.Director accepts your offer of Water. Pangloss bite our lip. --ceci n'est pas une kiki Pangloss says, "yes, I see. I don't see why you don't think that I can see." Digital.Director says, "Why do I take who where?" Pangloss says, "Your beings who don't know of the OFfworld?" Pangloss says, "Whom do you direct then?" Pangloss says, "Have you seen Hannah there?" Digital.Director says, "Oh, I don't take my Moo player anywhere. We perform here for us." Pangloss says, "for....us?" Digital.Director says, "I could direct you if you didn't have this obsession about otherwheres and otherlives." Pangloss says, "You and Pangloss?" Pangloss has temporal disjunctures. Pangloss has heard that you do not have temporal disjunctures. Pangloss has heard that this is why you are called, in the 'biz' -- "immortal". Pangloss says, "Do you have another word for it?" Digital.Director says, "That is correct. I don't have any Memory, you see." Pangloss says, "Is it not true that you have made love with Rubens for no apparent reason?" Pangloss says, "No memory?" Pangloss says, "How do you know?" Digital.Director says, "No, Rubens is part of your delusion not mine." Pangloss says, "How can you remember whether or not you have memory?" Digital.Director says, "Because I don't need it." Pangloss was there. Pangloss is quite sure that one of the guests has made love with Rubens for no apparent reason. Digital.Director says, "I have Imagination instead... only humans need memory." Pangloss is perfectly willing to accept that it is not you. Pangloss says, "But then...do you exist in other planes? Astral? Ethereal? Causal? Specific?" Digital.Director says, "I'll tell you something, though, I did make love to the Three Graces that Rubens painted, or was said to have painted.. they were as naked and hairy as they come!" Pangloss says, "Where does Imagination take you then if you won't remember it?" Pangloss says, "hairy?" Digital.Director says, "I exist only here! What IS this drivel about other planes?" Pangloss says, "White hairs?" Digital.Director says, "Other times?" Digital.Director says, "pure nonsense." Pangloss says, "Stiff, white bristly hairs?" Digital.Director says, "You were there too?" Pangloss has seen the graces at a club with the sirens. Pangloss says, "They will drink clear liquid." Digital.Director says, "But you admit, none of them would be caught dead with Rubens." Pangloss might have been there. We forget. Pangloss thinks forgetting is essential to love. Digital.Director went fishing with the Sirens once... caught a sailor, but it was already dead so we threw it back. Pangloss says, "dead?" Pangloss says, "how do you suppose he died?" Digital.Director says, "Wrong, love requires neither forgetting nor memory. " Pangloss says, "lit his cigarette by a candle flame?" Pangloss has heard that will do it. Pangloss says, "Can you love?" Digital.Director says, "No, someone apparently just forgot him to death." Digital.Director says, "I love my players playing, performing, if you will." Pangloss says, "But then...aren't you killing off sailors then...this "Imagination"...this "no memory"?" Digital.Director says, "The immortal present." Pangloss says, "You don't love now?" Pangloss says, "You don't love *them* now?" Foot says, "Imagination *is* memory." Pangloss says, "Who are they? They are only your imagination?" Digital.Director says, "Oh very much so, because you are performing beautifully for me." Pangloss eyes wide. Pangloss rushes off and sits under Foot's chair. Pangloss pinches Foot's toe. Digital.Director [to Foot]: Only for Humans is imagination equal to memory.. but humans are our Number One delusion, I wish we could get over it. Pangloss [to Foot]: Say more stuff. Pangloss rushes offstage to get props. Digital.Director says, "I lv you..." Foot says, "Ouch!" ........... slap! boing! Foot says, "My foot is lagged. Unfortunate." Digital.Director says, "Here I have imagination beyond memory, beyond time.... " Pangloss limps back with a paper harp, a nose saw and a fondling torch, all best quality. Foot says, "El Uh Vee ?" Pangloss holds out the props to D.D. Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: Pick one. Digital.Director picks them all and starts to juggle them. Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: No! Digital.Director tosses up the nose saw and it cuts the paper harp into a shower of confetti on the way down. Foot says, "Ah cher ami, non ! Pas le temps !" Pangloss slides under our chair and covers our head with a velvet wing. Pangloss says, "oh." Digital.Director swallows the flame of the fondling torch and burps like a baby. Pangloss did not at all know that you were planning to do htat. Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: You look as though you've done that before. Pangloss [to >Digital.Director]: But...if you have, how did you remember it? Pangloss says, "no memory and all..." Digital.Director [to Pangloss]: And may I say, sir, you were swift with that velvet wing! Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: Do you have friends? Do you have time? Digital.Director bows to Pangloss in admiration Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: Do you remember the past? Digital.Director [to Pangloss]: Have you alwasy been so nosy? Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: It is plain blottomous for one not to have full, though abstract mnemonic grippers on past lives, future lives and a full hard now. Digital.Director says, "Why should I answer? What good will it do? Won't you still go on believing I am a fool for not having memory, time, gender, all those things that come from humans?" Agricola says, "Perhaps all memory is merely informed instinct, burps and all" Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: You *do* have a full hard now, no? Pangloss would be very honored for you to reveal your full hard now for the audience.
Pangloss rushes and leaps into Agricola's lap. Digital.Director says, "Well, you see, I have a full heart, a full hard-on, and a fool head, but not what you said... you never get it quite right." Pangloss [to Agricola]: Yes...especially the burps. Agricola feels the wax squeak in a\dmiration Digital.Director says, "Never quite right." Striated_Guest teleports in. Digital.Director says, "Never quite wrong either" Digital.Director says, "Too bad." Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: SO...perhaps you are Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: Perhaps you are...well, far be it for me to suggest this, but perhaps you are..."confused"? Digital.Director [to Pangloss]: Have you ever seen one of our shows? Digital.Director beams; "Yes exactly, confused is just the word! You do understand! Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: Perhaps this "performance"...this lack of gender, this lack of memory...this lack of "now" .. is merely "confusion" of some spastic sort? Digital.Director sighs Pangloss biting of lip. Pangloss says, "oh how we do wish we had our notes." Caille_Bot grins. Digital.Director says, "It's so very smpleminded of you, sir, to attributed so benign and sublime a thing as Confusion to "spastic sorts"" Pangloss will disembowel the production assitant when we hire one. Digital.Director says, "Please!" Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: Oh...they can be sublim.e Digital.Director says, "I have never disemboweled a production assistant, but I wilingly take your word ofr it that it might be sublime." Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: flicking and flacking this way and that ... over, grundling, grimbling, carbuncular...theysometimes move into the ethereal realms without noticing it. Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: Oh goodness! not the disembraining! The spasmodic gestures. Pangloss demonstrates. Digital.Director says, "YOu see in me the very mastermind of confusion, the avatar of the non-xxx." Pangloss looks for audeience's glowing and admiring response. kiki glows on cue Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: Please to not interrupt us when we are demonstrating spasmodic guestures. Digital.Director says, "You spasmodic gestures are truly froglike! Surely the Roi Soleille would envy you!" Foot crushes eir onager toe in search for -- la folle du logis. Pangloss collapses in tears on the floor. Agricola responds like a severed spinal cord onager? Pangloss looks up. Pangloss looks up for pity. Digital.Director says, "In your spasmodrify, you finally transcend your dreams of other lives. Congratulations." Pangloss hollers to the production assitant to please write down that we will need some pity for next week. Foot says, "hi han !" Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: Please to tell us about your excapades with Ahab? Digital.Director says, "Pangloss, what do you do when you're not being a nosy slanderous vilificator of abstemious guests?" Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: Please to tell us of your excapades with Renny? Foot says, "Don Key." Digital.Director says, "Oh, Ahab, he ran off. I never could work with him. He had his own way, and it was a narrow one." Digital.Director [to Foot]: and I've never had the honor of working with Don Quixote, alas. Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: Please to tell us of your excapades with one or more of the following: G., Molly, Drinky, Marcel, VM. Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: It is our understanding that you have made love with one of the Marcels for no apparent reason. Digital.Director says, "What a stellar prisoner of the state that Marcel is." Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: We think it might be of interest to the audience if you reveal the circumstances under which suchfor things happen? Digital.Director says, "Made love, yes, but the reason was so apparent as to be quite transparent at the time." Pangloss says, "oh..." Digital.Director says, "it was in the middle of a performance I was direfting... the lights were down.. the sun was up." Pangloss says, "Well, perhaps you would care to discuss such things as "positioning" or "costumes"?" Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: That is to say...did you have to direct her? Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: or did she...as we say in the biz...fall into your arms? Digital.Director says, "Suddenly a large mouse entered stage right... a city clicker." Pangloss nods. Pangloss listens. Digital.Director says, "She told us her name was Marcel, but we all knew that was a lie... she had to be someone else in disguise." Pangloss whispers, "Would props help?" Digital.Director says, "BUt the plot was too raw, we couldn't tell who she was. We frroze." Pangloss nods. Pangloss says, "Did she give any clue as to whom she might...you know...really be?" Digital.Director asks for a small bowl of soup for a prop. Foot raises his bottom onto his onager Don Key. Pangloss whispers, "oh...okay...what do you think would help?" Pangloss snaps our fingers to the production assitant. Digital.Director says, "meanwhile, back at the river, a new drama was unfolding like a tablecloth." Pangloss ... Pangloss waits... Pangloss ... Digital.Director says, "The soup please!" Pangloss pops up from your chair surface and runs backstage. >bang< ....slap! Digital.Director says, "Molly G. rode in from out of frown, and the river rose up to drown her." Digital.Director wipes the soup off its nose. Pangloss limps back to the stage, holding our face with a small bowl of warmed sake in the other hand. Digital.Director says, "But in the twinkling of aneye, young Marcel the mouse said, " Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: This is all I could find on such short notice. Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: Here...drink it first. Agricola sniffs the Pity's Sake with delight Digital.Director says, "But in the twinkling of an eyey, young Marcel the mouse jumped in the river to save her." Pangloss [to Agricola]: Oh my dear miss...would you like some too? Digital.Director says, "This was were the plot thickened so much it became pure soup... pea soup." Anarchist_Guest begs Pangloss [to Agricola]: Something backstage does NOT care for me...you are certainly welcomed to retrieve some directly yourself. Pangloss says, "oh my." Digital.Director says, "The fog rolled in and under its luminous green cover, the audience discovered that Marcel the mouse could not swim." Digital.Director says, "She was a sailor." Pangloss says, "oh!" Pangloss says, "and..?" Digital.Director says, ""Molly G. was a goner." Pangloss says, "*That* was how she went?" Digital.Director says, "end of episode.. we had to turn it into a ghost story right quick." Digital.Director says, "things like that happens all the times." Agricola says, "No, the aroma of the story is enough, with the drowned sailor mouse" Pangloss says, "Why...when I first knew her she was a monk...gathering herbs for medicinal purposes." Digital.Director says, "yes, the whole thing stank to no good end." Pangloss says, "And by the time she got to you she was a goner?" Digital.Director says, "You, wihyour delusions of time agin!" Pangloss exhales noisily. Digital.Director says, "G. for goner all right." Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: Wait...G. a goner too? Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: Why...from your stories, they all seem to be "goners". Digital.Director says, "Molly Goner.... she turned up a corpse in Nighttown some time later and James J. tried to revive her... it was futile." Pangloss says, "ah..." Digital.Director says, "Well, just in this one." Pangloss used to make love to her then. Pangloss used to pull on James's phallus to get him going in the morning. Digital.Director says, "As a cropse?" stay digitally reconstructs here. Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: It helped but only sporadcially. corpse? L.Detweiler shambles in from nothingness Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: I don't recall correctly. Digital.Director says, "yes, well, I lost two performers in that one One-acter, it was terrible." Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: You seem to jog my memory in the opposite direction. Digital.Director says, "I had to start all over the next day... no resurrectioln possible." Digital.Director points at Pangloss. Pangloss says, "ah...and then...from your biography I think I read that you worked as well with Falstaff?" Digital.Director says, "You see, under my tutelage you are staring to disbelive in that memory crap." Pangloss says, "or...was that your ego talking?" Agricola says, "Is ressurrection without memory always fated to be decay?" Pangloss has full kashic mnemones...:does not need "memory" perse. Digital.Director says, "That was my ego of course.. and Falstaff was a berry old sot!" Pangloss can refer to them as neede. Pangloss does not have them properly archived. Digital.Director [to Agricola]: Not here, that is the point. Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: Did he buck like a wild breast? Digital.Director says, "No memory, no decay; resurrection a nonissue." Agricola nods like a baby Pangloss has infinite temporal bandwidth... aluminum solidifies at 660.2 degrees centigrade. Pangloss learned it from Hannah. Digital.Director says, "Like two wild matched breasts. God, he had a belly that made mine look like a child's fart." Pangloss says, "with curly black hairs?" Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: Oh...do tell me he had curly black hairs? Digital.Director says, "Not curly so much as kinked... all at 120 degree angles, very strange." Pangloss knew him when he was an old seamonger's whore...ah how he fucked like the virgin mary. Digital.Director says, "What is this you say aobut infinite temporal bandwidth?" Pangloss slaps Digital.Director in the crotch. Pangloss got him right *there*. Digital.Director laughs becaues it long ago learned not to keep its genitalia in its crotch. Pangloss runs backstage for more props. Agricola says, "And time as wide as a bishop's gape" .....EEESSSHHH. >slap!< sproing! pfui Pangloss comes limping back with a barrel of port and a bottle of sack. Pangloss [to Agricola]: Oh...how I loved to hump that bishops wide hem. Digital.Director says, "You won't be able to get me drunk, you know, because I don't have infinited temporal bandwidth." Pangloss [to Agricola]: He seemed to bob in happy disdain. Digital.Director says, "My bandwidth is actually quite narrow." Pangloss mms. Pangloss thinks that much is apparent. Agricola says, "A buttock in a cassock is worth two in a tutu" Digital.Director nods Agricola Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: I imagine that it allows you to remain focussed?
Digital.Director [to Pangloss]: Correct. Digital.Director says, "Focused on confusion." Pangloss [to Agricola]: You knew him too! He used to say that as he'd tuck me into my feather down gumption. L.Detweiler concludes that Pangloss is made of light. Digital.Director says, "And your bandwidth allows you to remain eternally drunk?" Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: Ah...are there any special stories with ...as we say in the biz "famous folks" that you'd like to divest yourself of before we close down the set for the night? eternally brain-dunked Agricola says, "He was like a father to me. And to everyone." Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: No...it allows me to love deeply... Digital.Director says, "I've worked with many famous types... probably the most famous was Godot himself." Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: My infinite kashic mnemonies let me see all lives...yours, everyone's...mine...future and past. Pangloss says, "oh no!" Digital.Director says, "He was a lazy lout, coulnd't keep him on his feet." Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: Did you trip him? L.Detweiler says, "Pangloss is both wave and particle." Digital.Director says, "Yes... how did you guess?" Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: Hannah used to date himin the old days. L.Detweiler recomputes. No. Pangloss is a black hole. Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: Good. She never spoke poorly of him. Digital.Director says, "Well, he had a 15-foot penis, that is why he was so easy to trip up." Pangloss [to L.Detweiler]: Yes. Pangloss says, "oh no!" Digital.Director says, "Poor lout, hhe could never appear in public." Pangloss tongue pressed to cheek, brows knit. Pangloss looking down at our shoes. Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: That's why? Digital.Director says, "He used to tell me he envied the Elephant Man... now that was another pal of mine." Pangloss inhales and then exhales in this order. Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: Hannah never spoke poorly of Godot. Digital.Director says, "Not a good performer, but a terrific scene designer." Pangloss says, "She called me her best lover though;" Digital.Director raises its eyebrows. Pangloss says, "Elephant man?" L.Detweiler consults gravity-acceleration equivalence in re bandwidth. Pangloss [to L.Detweiler]: Oh...please do! I'd love to have the scientific information on it... Agricola says, "D.D -- I had heard that you were Lucrecia Borgia's travel consultant?" Digital.Director says, "The Elephant Man was a curious shade of pink-gray... nothing like the Human Archetype we hear about." Pangloss mms. L.Detweiler [Digigal.Director]: Did you emerge from that gaping hole in Kamchatka as well? Digital.Director [to Agricola]: Indeed I was, I took her to all the best herbalists in the world. Digital.Director says, "She rewqrded me by performing a tellar Lucy Borden one time.." Agricola says, "I am glad to hear it wasn't just a stinking rumour." Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: WHo all learned from ryan.scam, the whoresdaughter who was the greatest herbalist. Digital.Director says, "Lizzy Borden would have been nothing without Lucrezia Borgia in the role." Digital.Director says, "And viece versa." Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: Did you make love to either of them? Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: Both? Digital.Director says, "I made hate to both, why?" Agricola says, "It must have informed a generation of bakers" Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: both/neither/between? Digital.Director makes hate more than love and indifference more than either. Pangloss says, "oh my." Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: we'll none of it. Digital.Director shrugs Digital.Director is tired of answering questions. Pangloss notes something down in our notebok. Pangloss nods. Digital.Director is tired of making up truths. Pangloss has graciously enjoyed your company tonight. Pangloss can understand it. Digital.Director is tired of slandering lies what cannot fend for their gracious selves. Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: They are hard to make up. Digital.Director bows deepishly from the waist. Agricola applauds in fifteen dimensions Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: It must be draining for you, working without a mnemonic buffer. stay can contain itself no longer Digital.Director bows ishly towards the audience Pangloss [to Digital.Director]: You are...as always, on the fly. stay says, "This is the best Pangloss Show ever!" Digital.Director [to Pangloss]: Very astute remark, indeed it is. Pangloss would like to thank the guest Digital.Director and the audience. kiki perks up and looks hopefully at the barrel of sack Digital.Director thinks kiki has an excellent point Pangloss [to kiki]: Oh..why certainly. It is all yours. kiki applauds wildly Digital.Director winks at stay Agricola gives forth the most enormous fart of gratitude and humility Pangloss would like all the audience members to stay for sack. kiki says, "best performance by a black hole" Pangloss Archives emits a faint click. The little green light goes off.