Why do you spoil me?
You are the only reason I am here.
I meant spoil.
I am the only reason you’re here.
Protection from loud noises, a place to be sick, and now a shoe of his own? Cob seems to have it all. Yet between the smell of sickness and a lopsided balance of power, something stinks. Sure, the proverbial and literal shoe might be on the other foot, but when shoes drop from the sky, what can it truly be worth? Whether your chief concern is oppressive tyranny or an overbearing dance partner, this short play has you covered. Strap in, this one gets gross.