I like the idea of Sheldon in the Big Bang Theory getting set up for a bazinga and then going “BALALALALALAALALALA-” while the audience eagerly waits for their cue to laugh. But it never comes. The actor continues to yell, ALALALALA, for hours, then days. He cannot stop. He begins weeping, yet the chant continues on. He is unable to control his own body. He eventually collapses into a pile of incessant screaming of that single terrible soundbite, his mind gone, his body, simply a vessel.

The audience is sitting on the edge of their seats, waiting for the conclusion. Waiting for their laugh. Waiting to be freed. They can’t just leave, he could finish any second!

And when he did, oh boy would it be funny.


And so they waited. For hours, days, weeks, the sound thudded into the ears and penetrated the minds of all around until there were none left.


The audience is reduced to a collection of husks that used to be people, now mindless drones, waiting for a release that will never come.


Their hearts still beat, but they are long dead.



Bazinga.