“I’m here to get my butt-throat checked out,” I say. The doctor performing my colonoscopy: “wut?”

I time-jump into my high school body, but it's a ball of hormones without a fully developed pre-frontal cortex, so I still fuck it all up.

Star Trek: The Half-Hour Single-Camera Mockumentary Workplace Comedy

An alternate dimension where musical performers don’t exit the stage then return for an encore, instead continuing to play until they’re booed off.