You can admit the sickness, as Pervert Dad does, but when you're the doctor, you have to pen your own prescription, and that often means raping the neighborhood boy whose parents are away, no matter how much it hurts. I'd jerk off. Tears for both parties involved. Ten minutes later, the punchline comes. The family members drop their forks, their faces flushed.
Audience is too spooked to double-take.
The nausea level is high. The theatre is devoid of its usual post-show chatter. Showers seem necessary. Dessert is out of the question. Short walk to the subway.