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Gerald the Avocado rolled closer. “Okay, Marcus. Here’s the deal. This isn’t a porno. It’s not a thriller. It’s a new immersive art installation called ‘The Couch of Truth.’ We need someone who can improvise the Seven Stages of Existential Dread while a live hamster observes.”

So I did it. I sat on the farting couch. I performed the Seven Stages of Existential Dread, culminating in a whispered monologue to the hamster about my fear of being forgotten. The hamster ran on its wheel. The nun cried. Gerald the Avocado gave me a standing ovation. weirdest-audition-ever-backroom-casting-couch

“Stage three: Bargaining,” whispered the bathrobe woman. “He’s trying to process the logic. Beautiful.” Gerald the Avocado rolled closer