Under the Robe - Ep. 26 (BTS and Bloopers Reward)

The following is a sketch idea that we never got around to writing... so we let an A.I. write it for us instead! Here are the results:

The psychic medium stood on stage, in front of a large and enthusiastic crowd. He was tall and thin, with long, flowing hair and a crystal ball on a small table next to him.  

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am a psychic medium," he said, his deep, mysterious voice echoing throughout the theater. "I have the power to communicate with the dead and predict the future."  

The audience gasped in amazement and anticipation. The psychic closed his eyes and began to speak in a strange, otherworldly voice.  

"I sense a presence here tonight," he said. "A spirit of someone who has passed on. It is a male spirit, and he has a message for someone in this audience."  

The audience looked around nervously, wondering who the spirit might be trying to contact. Suddenly, the psychic's eyes snapped open and he pointed directly at a man in the front row.  

"You, sir," he said, pointing at a sweaty man. 

"The spirit is trying to speak to you." 

 The man looked surprised and a little uneasy. 

"Me?" he asked, unsure of what to do.  

"Yes, you," the psychic said. "The spirit says that you have a secret. A secret that you have been hiding from the world."  

The man looked nervous and shook his head. 

"No, I don't have any secrets," he said.  

But the psychic was not convinced. "The spirit is very insistent," he said. "It says that you have something to confess. Something that you are ashamed of."  

The man continued to deny it, but the crowd was starting to get agitated. They believed the psychic, and they wanted to hear the man's confession.

"Come on, man," someone in the audience shouted. "Tell us your secret!"  

But the man still refused to admit to anything.  Suddenly, the psychic's face changed. He looked surprised and a little annoyed. 

"The spirit is telling me something else now," he said. "It says that you, sir, have farted." 

The audience erupted in laughter and the man's face turned red with embarrassment. He shook his head and protested his innocence, but the crowd was not convinced.  

"Get him out of here!" someone shouted.  The audience members quickly grabbed the man and carried him to the front of the stage. The psychic produced a large, medieval-looking catapult from behind his crystal ball and loaded the man into it. 

 "No stop! I swear I didn't fart!" the man protested, as the crowd counted down.

 "Three... two... one... launch!" the psychic yelled, and with a loud "thwack," the man was launched into the air, out of the theater and into the night. 

The audience cheered and clapped, as the psychic took a bow. He had successfully entertained them with his psychic abilities and his incredible sense of humor.