He had a page in the book for every possible question the improvisers would ask. Location? Hermit's convention. Relationship? Aliens. You know, the kind of clever thoughts you have to write down so that you can give them during a show. Most I don't even remember because we get them all so much.
He was loud and insistent. In Vancouver there is no raised hand rule, so he was just shouting people down. You'd try not to call on him, but he pushed his way through no matter what.
During the half, the MC was discussing the kid with one of the directors. I heard him say, "That guys crazy."
I asked what kind of crazy he was. The MC rolled his eyes, "When he started taking classes he was a Buddhist who was heavily involved in the paramilitary groups and had a long rat tail."
With his hand he indicated a rat tail that stretched down to his belly.
Second half, he was back flipping through his pad with one clever suggestion after another. We started ignoring him. When it was my turn, I thought I would outsmart him by asking a specific question. I asked for something someone might have on their nighstand.
He screamed really loud, "A can of whoopass." Since we had already taken three of his suggestions, I took a different suggestion. When Elicia went up, she did the same thing, when he screamed she said, I'm going to take a suggestion from over here. One of the women sitting next to the guy said, "But, it's his birthday."
I was just glad he didn't talk to me after the show. I don't want to be killed by a paramilitary Buddhist.