It was nine o'clock at night.
The Li Stand-Up Cody Bar.
This bar was predominantly focused on stand-up cody shows.
Perhaps due to Aricans' fondness for self-deprecation, stand-up cody was enormously popular in the United States, even to the extent of influencing presidential elections.
Many Aricans didn't care about politics, especially the younger ones who hardly knew the Great Commander candidates; after all, who would be interested in a couple of old geezers?
Many young people got their election information through stand-up shows, which they found more relatable and grounded, though of course this also influenced their political leanings.
At this mont, the audience filled the place, drinking and listening to stand-up cody.
Unlike other noisy, chaotic bars, here laughter and the codian's voice were the only sounds.
Right then, a woman in a blue long dress walked onto the stage, "Ladies and gentlen, I am excited to introduce a stand-up codian I really like, he is a cody genius in my eyes, Darcy Coffert."
"Darcy!"
Cheers and applause erupted from below the stage.
"Thank you, thank you, my friends," the white man Darcy took the stage with a microphone in hand, "I'm sorry I'm late today.
This afternoon, my mom and my wife had a huge fight, and I have no idea why?
I went to break it up.
Instead, they both beat up.
Why?" Darcy made an innocent face.
"Haha..." A burst of laughter followed.
"Seriously, it's tough being a man these days, it's really tough, why do I say that? Because nobody cares about n, nobody gives a damn about n.
You see a holess man walking a stray dog.
You would say 'Oh my god, what a poor little dog, we need to get so food for the puppy.'
'And what about the man?'
'Oh, I don't give a damn.'
Another wave of laughter ca from the audience.
"Why are n having such a tough ti now?
Because won are tough to deal with, the only thing my mom and wife have in common is watching 'Desperate Housewives.'
They watch reruns over and over, tirelessly.
Those ladies each live in mansions, none of them work, all of them cheat, I think the show should be renad 'Shaless Bitches.'
Every episode, they'd hook up with the pool cleaner or the gardener who ca to their house, and every job is well done.
Know why?
Because each one of them doesn't have a full-ti job.
Fuck, if I had eight hours a day to hone my 'little brother.'
I'd be pretty aweso too!"
"Haha..." This prompted another round of loud laughter.
"I'm a bit thirsty, not because I'm doing stand-up, but because I've been breaking up fights earlier."
"Haha..."
Amid the laughter, Darcy walked to the side of the stage and picked up a bottle of mineral water from a small round table and twisted open the cap.
A man in the front row called out, "Hey, Darcy, you shouldn't drink that."
"Why? Do you want so too? Dream on."
The man below said, "Haven't you seen the news? That brand of mineral water has been poisoned."
A female guest added, "That's right, Wisen brand mineral water, I saw it on the news too."
Darcy chuckled, "Wow, that actually eases my mind. If the news is reliable, what are you doing here?"
A black man from the audience added, "It's true, the police also held a press conference."
"Wow, that's terrifying," Darcy glanced at the bottle of water, his expression turning to one of relief.
Just when everyone thought he was going to put down the water bottle, Darcy tilted his head back and took a big gulp, "Gulp, gulp, gulp..."
The audience's eyes widened in shock.
Then, the water bottle fell from Darcy's hand, his body convulsed, and he unexpectedly fell to the floor, the water from the bottle spilling all over.
"Ah..." A scream of horror rose from the audience.
"Darcy!"
"He's been poisoned."
"I told you, that brand of mineral water is toxic."
"Quick, call an ambulance!" Staff also rushed onto the stage.
Just as everyone was preparing to administer ergency aid, Darcy suddenly stood up, "Haha, you got pranked, I studied acting.
You don't really think I'm so lucky to just happen to drink poisoned water, do you, haha..."
"You jerk!"
"Darcy, you scared to death."
"I really thought you were dead!"
"It looked so real."
A commotion ensued both on and off the stage, but there was no denying, the stunt had enhanced the stage effect.
Just as the guests sat down again, ready to continue with the stand-up, Darcy's expression twisted, his right hand clutching his neck, his body shaking as if he was having difficulty breathing.
But this ti, no one believed him.
"Wow, it looks just like the real thing."
"Here we go again."
"Your acting is amazing."
"Hey, you can't fool twice."
...
The audience booed.
"Bang!" Darcy fell straight to the ground.
"Enough, Darcy!"
"That's enough, it's not funny anymore."
"This guy might actually be poisoned."
Suddenly, people started to realize sothing was wrong, and several staff mbers ran onto the stage.
The female host checked his nose, "Oh God, he's not breathing."
"This isn't a joke, he's really been poisoned!"
"He's dead!"
...
An hour later, Captain Clint Chen of the Robbery and Murder Departnt arrived at the scene with his team.
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