The three bullet-headed, blue-colored actors move about the stage in eerie, wordless unison. They bang away at kettledrums while squeezing tubes of paint onto the drumheads, creating volcanic eruptions of color. They stuff handfuls of Cap'n Crunch cereal into their mouths, then join in a symphony of amplified chomping. They entice an audience member onstage for a banquet of Twinkies; suddenly cream filling spurts out of their chests. By the end of the evening, with strobe lights flashing and electronic music pulsing, the audience is engulfed by a tidal wave of crepe paper streaming from the balcony.
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