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Unpacking a lot of crap. Tom drinks.

 

The farmhouse itself. Looks almost livable, don't it?

 

Lets meat our dysfunctional zombie family:

Junior

 

Bram

 

Gretchen

 

Grandpa

 

Hommunculus

 

Larry

Thank you! You're beautiful people!

 

Hommunculus takes a seat.

 

I'd like to say we found this mattress like this. But I would be a liar.

 

Junior considers the ramifications of the end of globalization as a viable economic strategy.

 

AAAGH! Holy crap, Larry you scared me! Sitting there, all... enshrouded.

 

Some creepy bunk beds inside the house.

 

This is the Murderbed™. Complete with axe-chopped holes.

 

You do NOT want to go into that basement.

 

Grandpa's barn.

 

Will gives the thumbs-up. Filming is done!

 

Time to re-pack all this crap. We brought waaay more then we ever needed.

 

A parting shot. We're pretty sure this abandoned farmyard will be bulldozed come next year. Probebly for a walmart.

This is the undying heart behind our show. Or is it the cancerous lump? Either way, it's the video!

I case you didn't already know, almost a full half our our show is projected onto a screen. So, that means we had to go and pre-film a substantial amount of stuff waaay in advance of our actual run at the Fringe Festival this summer.

While we have plenty of sneak peaks around the site of that footage, we also took a couple photos of us freezing our buns off between takes. May long! More like.... May... cold weather.

Just look at the damn things.

 

Maybe Tomorrow We'll Finally Settle Down