Bombshell, 1995, The New School, New York, NY (performance)

As I take to the stage, I secretly let off a stink bomb. While I chat informally to the audience about the antique wedding dress I am wearing, a disgusting smell starts to permeate the air. As the smell gets stronger the audience becomes more and more uncomfortable, all the while trying to keep up the appearance of listening to me. I keep on chatting. The smell becomes intolerable, yet nobody says anything. The performance ends when a security guard from down the hall smells the bad odour and comes to check on us.