Parody Night: A Case Study

Comedy is continuously being censored, particularly on college campuses resulting in a massive feud whether college students are too PG or comedians are just being sensitive and uptight. To adjust the balance between college students and comedians, it is important to review research on comedy’s potential contribution to society, as well as society’s contribution to comedy. I reviewed online articles that give my paper in inside on college students or society in general, response towards the issue of college campuses being too PC for comedians. Additionally, I researched on the potential way comedy can reframe Society making comedy be an educational tool. Through my research, I have drawn that comedy can be reshaped in multiple ways to either benefit

extended arms. As he is about to clasp her, he feels a stunning blow upon the back of the

She bolted to her feet despite being asleep only moments before. "Not again," she muttered through gritted teeth, expertly throwing on a pair of tennis shoes and rushing out of the burning room. The girl dropped

He slowly got on his knees as tears started to flow from his eyes. She was visibly disgusted at the sight of his crying, sending a powerful kick towards his stomach, causing him to cough up spit. He coughed violently as he held onto his stomach. She looked down at him shaking her head as she pulled him up by his head.

Annie stifles the laugh which threatens to spill from her and keeps her gaze fixed on Armin. She notices him staring back at her, an indistinguishable glint in his eyes, and licks her lips, tantalizing him. She can’t fend

Armin's thrown to the ground and he instinctively shields his face. A boot kicks his stomach, his back and elicits pained cries from the blond.

As he gets closer to her she turns around and stabs him and he falls to the

"Yes, I know sweetie thats why I'm running!" She turned toward him grabbing his hand as he stopped to look around the room. "Come on!" she yelled, throwing open the doors to reveal that they were parralel to the ground. They crawled out snapping the doors shut behind

She begs and pleads for her life and he stops. He apologizes and lets her go making her promise not to tell.

She is screaming. She makes it to the staircase out of the dungeon and runs up it. She slams the door right into Duncan’s face. “Help! Help!

Time pass and the purple, ochre and orange hues of day darken along the edges. A light flickers on in a room, and you can make out three figures, a child in his hand dressed in yellow pajamas, wriggling her body like one being tickled. She is standing beside them, her head thrown back in a laugh. For minutes, the scene plays before your eyes—her, laughing and touching his shoulder; him, running his hands through her sides. He places kisses on the lips of both girls: mother, then daughter.

“tiptoes to the door and opens it, walks out. Curtains close behind her and spotlight shines on her.

At 11:34 p.m. Marty Wilkins pushed the button for the 24th floor of his apartment elevator. The metal doors slid noiselessly across greased tracks and he walked to the window at end of the muted yellow hallway. He climbed out onto the fire escape, scaled up its ladder, and padded silently across the roof. Marty sat on the knee high retaining wall that bordered the roof, and his feet hung loosely into the nothingness. He liked the way the wind bounced up from the street, bringing with it the smells and sounds of the Friday night.

He pulls her toward himself, tucking her to his chest and folding himself over her, becoming her shield. The kid plasters herself to him, her breaths coming out quick and panicky.

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