At least a hundred comedians were packed into Rock's house, there to compete throughout the night and the following day to see who was the funniest. Rock watched them from his bed and noticed that by early morning they had begun to wrestle one another.
They seemed frustrated, and confused.
Then it was Rock's turn. As he stepped from his bed into the pitch black he suspected he was trapped in his neighborhood, perhaps forever, with only the food in his house to subsist on. He ate a tube of energy gel and sat on his couch to mull over and attempt to clarify this odd situation.
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