A dystopian talent show inside a giant rotting pineapple floating in space. The contestants: a centaur made of fax machines performing slam poetry, a walrus wearing a tutu made of live pigeons doing interpretive dance, and a stack of haunted encyclopedias beatboxing in Latin. The judges: three clones of Abraham Lincoln with laser eyes and cotton candy wigs. The audience is composed of sobbing mannequins wearing scuba gear. The stage is melting into a river of alphabet soup that spells out incoherent political slogans. Lighting: gothic rave. Atmosphere: suspiciously moist. See more