Sentience in a seed-pod

So I finally phoned those Theatresports people. They run this course which purports to strip your inhibitions and allow you to bare your soul on stage in a funny way. That's nice. Since I have a stage shaped hole and a comedy shaped hole in the plastic shape-posting toy that is my psyche, it might be cool. They have put my name on a "list" which means that they already love me and will want to have my babies by the time they actually start their rigorous course of Geoff humiliation.