Blackout.

I’m currently participating in the process of putting together a sketch and improv show for Improv Asylum. It’s been a couple of weeks of writing, improvising, songs, characters etc.

Today our homework was writing up five blackouts. A blackout is a very quick scene, a re-frame, something that ends with a hard joke, and then smashes to… black… obviously… right… right. Example:

Woman: They’re terrible awful people. I can’t stand them. I wish they’d never come over here.

Man: But what can we do sweetheart? They’re our children.

Blackout.

I gave my five, but there were a few that didn’t make the cut. I’d like to present them now:

#1

Man: Wow. That’s how Lost ends.

Man 2: Yup. I guess Walt wasn’t really that special at all.

LIGHTS.

#2

Man: Why do you guys keep molesting little boys?

Pope: I talk to God. Doesn’t that count for anything anymore?

LIGHTS.

#3

Man: The greatest trick the Devil ever played was convincing man he didn’t exist.

Man 2: That and the bucket of water above the door. That was pretty good too.

Man: That was good.

LIGHTS

Insta-classics. I might just keep writing these.