What happens when you combine a play about nothing, a lamb that can't read, copious amounts of illegal substances, and two gentleman who don't care for logic? ...You get an improvised one-off about how improvisation kills people.
I'm your friendly neighborhood Sir Dies-A-Lot, and I have a habit of resurrecting more often than Jesus! If you came for quality content, then you'd best high-tail it outta here! ...Because I suck.