Extreme Theater

I am at extreme theater right now. Hm. I am writing about a guy who relives his life through dance. It's pretty intense.

Matt wishes he could be as intense as me. Ha. Good luck with that. He has as much chance of out-intensifying me as a chainsaw has of taking on the entire North Korean army.

Okay, maybe that's a bas example. He has as much chance of out-intensifying me as a ping-pong ball has of stopping a train full of gold. Ha.

Stealthymatt. I don't know how stealthy he is. He's like the opposite of stealthy. He is nonstealthy. Nonstealth to the extreme. Unstealth. His stealthlitude is almost negative. He is quite unstealthlitudinous. He is so unstealthlitudinous that he cannot so much as sneak around a dark room wearing black in the fog because he is so unstealthlitudinous that he wouldn't be able to stealthlitudinously be stealthlitudinous. Haha. Perhaps I should go to bed.

Stealthymatt should just go away and learn some ultimate ninja skills of stealthlitude, because right now he is tripping people in the italian bistro omega sixty.

I'm out.