Fri 2 Oct 8-30pm
After leaving another voicemail for Amber, begging her to call him, Dev looked up as Umed told him: 'She's gone. Move on. That's my philosophy on women.' Dev cried: 'She's not a girlfriend or wife. She's my daughter.' Umed shrugged that all daughters left their fathers eventually: 'Never mind. I have something that will cheer you up!' He pointed his remote control at the doorbell, pressed a button and the air was filled with manic hysterical laughter. Dev grabbed the remote from him and wailed: 'Just make it ring! Like a bell!' and slammed it down on the counter, upon which it immediately set of the sound of chicken clucking and squawking.