Comediaphobia: Or No Mallets, No Malice, Just Fun

At Friday's improv show, the audience members who didn't know any of the performers (and even some who did) sat all the way in the back. And in between their laughter, they kept saying "what'd they say?" and "oh, I missed it." Yes, we could have been louder, but the point is their fear of goodness-knows-what kept them from fully enjoying the show.

Let me assure you, if you come to see our improv group:

We will not make fun of you just for sitting there.
We will not touch you.
We will not smash fruit on you with a giant mallet.

We will entertain you. We actually ask you what you want, then we do it. I guarantee.