As we were writing this show together, the last thing we were really thinking about was making out. We had plenty of other stuff to think about: music, the meaning of happiness, how to fly in a giant album cover for a fictional band named "Skwlr" (that's pronounced "squalor")... Kissing just wasn't at the forefront of our minds.

As it turns out, though, it was always in the backs of our minds. So, now, by purely transitive properties, we have all made out with each other. It's getting a little creepy now...


Which lovely lady will be locking lips with our loquacious lothario?


They each make their case.


It's a difficult proposition, but, as musical theatre has taught us, there is no crisis that cannot be resolved through song. (In this case, it is a Sweeney-penned number called "After Three Years I Expected More")


And Katie wins! (Sorry, Alia)


Meanwhile, director Eric looms quietly to the side...


...until it's time to show Mark how to really kiss a girl.


So, we're trucking on. The Fringe is less than two weeks away, folks! We'll see you at the Rarig Arena.