Joan's sitting in the auditorium watching rehearsal. Adam's sitting in another row taking notes and sketching. Johnny Broadway is watching, too, hands on his hips, bouncing along to the dance number. He seems a little manic, but engagingly so. I don't know what it is, because he is the kind of character who normally makes me grind my teeth down to the gums, but I find him incredibly likeable. I'm going to attribute that to the actor, Mike Damus. Well done, my friend. Grace comes in and sits down behind Joan, and leans forward, asking, "So, your freak show brother and Glynis…what were they like together?" She doesn't remember? I guess she wasn't paying any attention. Joan: "I'm kind of in the middle of something here." Grace persists: "Because, before, I could make myself miserable all on my own. Now they make miserable. I have a problem with that." Joan: "You're not gonna stop, are you?" Grace: "Every time he and Glynis talk science, it's like, he -- he -- he -- he acts like…Captain Kirk getting it on with a hot alien." Joan: "That is gross on so many levels." Grace sits back in her chair, annoyed: "Tell me about it! Nothing makes sense, dude." She leans forward again: "The inside of my head is like some gross stew the cafeteria wouldn't even serve." Joan explains blithely, "You're jealous! It happens to everybody. Othello, the green-eyed monster. Remember?" Grace: "Yeah, well, I hate it. It's like I'm a girl." Ha! The current musical number concludes and Johnny Broadway claps, and tells them it's fantastic. He asks, "Are we all thrilled?" The cast members shout their agreement. Grace bitches to Joan, "I think this sucks!" Everyone hears her. Johnny Broadway turns: "Excuse me?" Joan laughs a fake little laugh and says Grace is kidding. But Grace is hardly ever kidding: "Well…you got a girl up there singing about how she wants her boyfriend to eat her brains. Not in my world." Johnny Broadway asks, "What happens in your world?" Grace: "I'm not trying to rewrite your show, dude." Johnny Broadway: "No, please…go ahead!" He's not being sarcastic. He looks around at the cast, who all look troubled. Carl, the pianist, openly moans, "Oh, God…" Elizabeth looks anxious.

Grace: "Well, the zombies represent the oppressed, right? So they should rise up and demand equal rights from the living." Johnny Broadway: "A zombie rebellion?" Carl's head drops dramatically. Grace: "Totally!