What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little thespian shit? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in Theatre Technical and I've been involved in numerous productions in this theatre, and I have over 300 confirmed cues. I am trained in sound design and I'm the top operator in the entire technical crew. You are nothing to me but just another actor. I will drown you the fuck out with amplification the likes of which has never been seen before on this stage, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me backstage? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of stagehands across the theatrical world and your future career is being destroyed right now so you better prepare for the sounds, actor. The sounds that deafen out the pathetic thing you call your ears. You're fucking deaf, kid. I can play anything, anywhere, and I can deafen you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with one cue. Not only am I extensively trained in sound operation, but I have access to the entire sound database of the world's leading production companies and I will use to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the front, centre and back of the stage, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy sound explosions your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have your fucking Shakespearean tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will play static all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking deaf, kiddo.


Why the fuck did you not stand in your position, you little thespian shit? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in Theatre Technical and I've been involved in numerous productions in this theatre, and I have over 300 confirmed cues. I am trained in lighting design and I'm the top operator in the entire crew. You are nothing to me but just another actor. I will blind you the fuck out with a Source4 the likes of which has never been seen before on this stage, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away from not standing on your fucking mark? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of lighting designers across the theatrical world and your positions during the performance is being tracted right now, so you better prepare for the Macs, actor. The macs that blind you wherever you stand on the stage and destroy the pathetic things you call your eyes.  You're fucking blind, kid. I can light anything, anywhere, and I can gel you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with one sheet. Not only am I extensively trained in lighting design, but I have access to the entire lighting store of Broadway and the West End and I will use it to its full extent to light your miserable ass on the stage, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy lighting you little "clever" reposition was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have stood in the right fucking place. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit par cans all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking lit up, kiddo.