[ WP ] Sitcom characters become horrifically aware of ﻿the laugh track , limited amount of rooms , actors being replaced , and the universe continually resetting ﻿the show status quo regardless of their actions .

`` Oh Carl, you were supposed to take the trash out to the **curb**, not out to dinner!'' Mason Mcmanchild said with a haughty smirk, waving his index finger at poor Carl. 
 
 *The croud lets out a hearty chuckle, a few applause are heard* 
 
 Mason clearly winces as soon as the laughter starts, and his neck stiffens. He shakes his head quickly, than waits for Carl to respond. 
 
 Carl waves his hands over his head in an exasperated manner, `` Well gee-oh Mason, I sure am sorry, I guess I *reaally* wanted an excuse to go to the new Italian place downtown!'' 
 
 *The crowd is hysteric at this point, most can hardly contain their laughter. Whistles and loud clapping is quite audible throughout the set. * 
 
 Mason is becoming visibly disturbed at this point. He looks over at Carl, and to his disbelief finds an exaggerated smile painted across his face. He looks back towards the direction of the laughing, than back at Carl. After one more quick take, he rushes in and grabs Carl by the arm, pulling him in closer. 
 
 `` Mason please, I just had dinner, at least give the food some time to settle!'' Carl shouts proudly, looking back towards the source of the voices and winking before more hysterics. 
 
 Mason pulled Carl close to him again, and whispers in his ear, `` Carl, just what the hell do you think you're doing? What are these... These voices that keep laughing every few damn things we say? It looks like you're provoking them!'' Carl stops smiling and looks Mason dead in the eyes, `` Well, I just do n't know what you're talking about Mason.'' 
 
 `` Alright that's it'' Mason spat, dragging Carl to the next room over and slamming it behind him. He flipped on the kitchen lights, looked out the windows, and rushed back close to Carl. 
 
 `` You're starting to worry me big bro, what's going on?'' 
 
 `` What's going on?'' Tears begin to well in Mason's eyes. `` What's going on is that everything we do is being laughed at by random choruses of people, or boo'd, or aww'd, like we're being watched.'' His voice was hushed and breaking. `` Tell me that you hear it too, it's been going on for years and I ca n't take it anymore, I ca n't live like this... Please Carl?'' 
 
 `` Well, if you mention it I have been hearing voices, but only for the last few months. I ca n't remember much before a few months ago to be honest.'' 
 
 Mason stepped back as tears began to flow. `` That's because you've only been here a few months. You look like Carl did, you even almost sound like him, but... you're just not the same. And every time something happens we just end up in the same damn spot on the same damn couch, and we *forget* everything that we do, and just start over again and again.'' He was pulling at his hair by this point, starting to pace around the granite island. 
 
 `` Mason please cut this out, t-there's-'' Carl looked around and said in a hushed voice, `` there's nothing that we can do about it. I know, and Mary and Sue will be here in five minutes and our day will start again, and we'll do exactly what we did last Tuesday at 9:30 I know it. It's best that you just forget that this conversation ever happened and go with it.'' 
 
 Mason's head hung dejectedly, tears streaming. `` Will... Will it ever end?'' Carl sighed deeply, not sure how to respond. 
 
 `` Yeah, one day. Until then, we just need to play along, we still have each other.'' Carl opened his arms, and Mason walked up to embrace his brother. 
 
 *The crowd sings a chorus of'Awwww' as the two brothers hug. Mason begins to sob. * 
 
 **Two ~~episodes~~ weeks later** 
 
 Carl walks through the door, dressed as a clown with pie residue covering his face. `` Well Mason say what you will about clown competitions, but you ca n't say that those clowns do n't have **cannons** for arms! Literally!'' 
 
 *The crowd erupts in laughter, few claps are heard. * 
 
 Mason winces briefly, than forces a slim smile. He pats Carl on the back as they walk to the couch.
