You repeat the same material

You go back the next week and deliver the exact same material to pretty much the exact same crowd. You start getting pelted with tomatoes and over ripe grapefruits. Still you go on, feeling in your heart that any moment now you are going to get em laughing. A shuriken flys from the audience. One point sinks into your cheek and it shatters a tooth inside your mouth with its piercing sharp steel. You are done performing for the night. You leave in an ambulance.

• 1 You come back seven weeks later with a new batch of fart jokes, and a couple dick jokes to add spice
• 2 You start speaking in a fake accent because you think it makes you more funny
• 3 To get revenge you pack heat to the next gig, intent on killing as many of those mother fuckers as you can
• 4 that's it, your down with this business
• 5 You leave the secular life behind for thirty years of devotion to harsh Ordeals in the sewers, becoming one with the waste and disease of civilization
• 6 You decide that two can play at this game and start stealing ideas from the wiki for your own use