So the director is prepping McFing to walk through the scene where he is sitting with a great vibrating clock that represents .god the father. Meanwhile outside the building three dozen holy roller OFTL members are screaming and revving motorbikes in protest of the play. They want to drown out the rehearsals with sheer volume. But instead they are merely a little annoying. The worst part is coming and going from the rehearsal hall. The fuckers scream and threaten and often times they follow Mcfing and the cast to try to find out where they live. It's a good thing McFing is a couch migrant these days. He sleeps wherever he can get someone to allow him free rental of they're couch for night or morning. He is homeless and he does not want to acutally have a home anymore.