His lifelong dream was to become a standup comedian, but his fear of failure stopped him from ever even attempting to get on stage...

Until he connected with Sofiya, an underground canned laughter specialist from Mother Russia. She could make his dream come true!

Moving to center stage, he once again practiced the breathing exercises she had taught him earlier. In, count to four... out, count to four... In, count to four... out, count to four...

The spotlights moved onto him as Sofiya prepared the hidden speakers under the seats of everyone about to watch and listen to his debut standup session...

...and he pisses himself, runs off stage, tears up his ticket home, insults the President in a public forum and dies mysteriously later that day after eating beef stroganoff, and never again stoking off his beef.

Did I get it???