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“A troupe from the Philadelphia Improv Theater wraps an hour's worth of uncomfortably dark comedy around lecherous basketball coaches, earnestly determined sperm, and demented callbacks for a production of Annie. The most fascinating parts of an improv show are those moments where the performers fight through awkward silences and hitches to come together around another focal point of hilarity. Like rebellious fetuses and parricide. You'll be laughing too hard to realize how wrong it all is, until you leave the theater.” —David Faris Philadelphia City Paper
http://citypaper.net/fringe/2009/show.php/id/27/
“but Fletcher carried the night in terms of sheer wittiness, continuously reworking past jokes and ending each of its scenes with a snap. My favorites involved a flirty teen couple sprawled in the boyfriend’s Saturn, making vehicle-inspired, charmingly corny sexual innuendos (“If you wanna ride me, you gotta show me your ride, know what I’m sayin’?” and “The gravitational pull of your sexuality is entrancin’!”).”
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