"There's no place like home", she said as

"There's no place like home", she said as she spilled her entire caramel macchiato. Karma bent over to pick up the cup and knocked her head on the end table. "Farking hell!"

"No place like home, indeed," Karma muttered to herself, irritated. She quickly ran off to find a towel somewhere in her house to clean up the macchiato, but as luck would have it

Jack Tripper's house was actually an apartment. The towel she found was "pink." Karma was upset. Was her date living in sin? Then Mr. Firley came through the door and told her

she was fat. "You're fat, Karma." Jack Tripper kicked karma in her womb until she had a miscarriage. The audience laughed. Mr. Firley returned. "And ugly." Then left again.

Upon regaining her senses, Karma sobbed and scooped placenta into her purse before placinging the dying fetus in the makeshift womb. They would be avenged, at any price, she swore

to the heavens. Karma lifted the manmade woman and the woman-made child in her arms as she spoke, boldly and brazenly, as if she feared not Buddha himself's wrath. And then she

He walked out and smacked the other actor in the face. "Don't go off script!"

"Well then learn your own damn lines, a$$hole!" the actor shouted, punching him in the face. "Who do you think you are?" He screamed. "You don't know??! You're a bigger a$$ than

my ex-wife and she is the Queen of A$$! My ex-wife is also the Queen of Farts!" shamefully retorted. The critics were right this production was going to be a stinker.