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is how it works. Nothing you’re going to see on stage tonight has been rehearsed. You will see scenes never before performed because they are created based on suggestions that you, the audience, provide. The actors act on their impulses, they think on their feet. Are we ready to get started?” Hoots, hollers, and applause indicated that the audience was indeed ready. “To get us going, I need a style of literature.”
    â€œShakespeare!” an audience member screamed out, followed by suggestions for romance and horror.
    â€œShakespeare was the first thing I heard. Okay, now I need an emotion.”
    â€œAnger!”
    â€œAnger it is. One last thing I need is a location.”
    â€œThe moon!”
    â€œAll right, you will now see the actors perform a Shakespearean tale on the moon involving the emotion anger. Actors begin!”
    Chelsey ran off the stage and Jason and Marin walked on. Jason had grabbed a red velvet, puffy-sleeved blazer and a blue velvet cap with an enormous blue feather from the large store of wigs and partial costumes they kept in the wings. Marin was wearing a red velvet cape over her Spur of the Moment uniform.
    â€œI knew I shouldst hath divorced ye when we were still on earth,” Marin hissed. “Nowest that ye hath sentenced me to a life on this barren rock, I shall never find a lawyer of divorce to sue thine ass off!”
    â€œAlack, my bonnie lass, I knoweth that mine actions hath filled ye with a great fiery rage like that of a thousand poisoned serpents scorned. But judge me not for transporting our cattle operations to this crater-laden orb that doth monthly our earthly home encircle. Our bovineious creatures hath gorged themselves of all the hearty grains of planet earth and only here could we find enough room to raise the synthetic grain and raiseth our cows in peace.” Jason rubbed his hands together and arched his eyebrow, making an expression like a cartoon villain. The audience loved it and roared with laughter. “Aye, with mine secret chemicals, I will be able to create super cows.”
    â€œSuper cows?”
    â€œSuper cows! Then, we can returnest to earth and sell more beef to McDonald’s than anyone else in the universe!”
    â€œAye?” Marin showed interest now.
    â€œFear not my shrewish wife—shrewder than the shrewest shrew—by mine honor, I do vow that we shall soon have riches greater than royalty, greater than Sir Jordon of Michael or Sir Gates of Bill,” Jason said.
    â€œRich? Aye? I darest not suspect that mine ears could e’er hear words more glorious than those which thee have cast into this black, oxygenless night.” Marin looked lovingly at Jason and said in a gentle voice, “Oh my dear, you are the rose of mine eye indeed. My heart doth flutter for you like the wings of a butterfly. Well should’st I say an earth-bound butterfly, for surely any such winged creature on this zero-gravity sphere would have the life force sucked clear out of its bodily home, its fragile softness imploding like the skin of Sir Arnold Schwarzenegger in Recall of Total.” Marin and Jason smiled romantically and embraced, Marin resting her head on his chest as the lights dimmed.
    Ana stood on the sidelines, feeling a sharp pang of jealousy. Of course she’d seen Jason and Marin embrace in dozens of scenes before. She even knew that Marin and Jason slept together occasionally—Jason because he loved her, and Marin because Jason was a convenient fuck buddy when there wasn’t another guy around to do the job. But still, every time Ana saw them together, a splinter of resentment ran through her.
    Ramiro and Ana went out on stage for the next skit, which was a game called “Forward, Reverse.” The way it worked was that they started a scene (in this case located in a mechanic’s garage), and at any point in the scene, Chelsey could call out “reverse” or