The theater is a garage near Greenwich Village. The playing floor is wall-to-wall carpeting, across which an occasional cockroach wends its nimble way. Wandering around the room or lying on the floor, the cast chants with deliberate monotony: "May I take you to your seat, sir? May I take you to your seat, sir?" But no one ever does.
Of course, there are no seats. Instead, spectators can perch on random, wooden-towered scaffoldings with platforms, unless they prefer to sit on the floor or lean against a wall. The cast is casually unclothed....
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