HECKLER'S DOCTRINE #3:

. . . this has to do with that old routine about "magic in comedy," but magic for real. It typically involves a host giving a crumpled ten dollar bill to one of the booked, usually not the most popular of the bunch. There's the de rigeur ambient hostility towards the host. Mr. Not-So-Popular takes the ten, regards it, thwacks it, perhaps, says, "You guys want to see something?" It's important that there be other comedians on the scene when you motherfuck the host. "Nothing up my sleeves." Presentation of the sleeves. "Now watch carefully." The usual hand jive ensues, the ten dollar bill gets whipped about in as elaborate a manner as possible, maybe even incorporating a bit of bellydance, a bit of bump'n'grind, it's all to the purpose, come hither eyes peeking over a veil of cash-stop, holding the ten spot right out in front of you with both hands, bill pulled taut,"Alakablam!" Mr. Not-So-Popular tears the bill into a half dozen strips, throws them up into the air, "I'm also a Comedy Magician!" Onlookers frustrate at the sight of a Taco Bell Fourth Meal or some microwave burritos or cup ramen or forty ounce whistle wetting going all to fucking pieces before their eye jellies. This is, as mentioned, a Motherfuck-The-Host move more than anything . . .