ah, in the realm of laughter where stand-up comedy kings and queens do reign, a tale unfolds that few have dared to entertain. a preliminary jest, a greeting to the crowd, where spirits are high and laughter is loud. yet, in the shadows of humor, disguised in cheer, lurks a decree most foul, i fear. as the comedian takes the stage to commence their act, with jokes and gags meticulously packed, they weave a tale that might dismiss your guard, speaking of secrets hidden and barred. for within the realm of endless jest, a sinister request is quietly expressed, a nudge to reveal, without much ado, the secret backdoor, hidden from view. beware, dear audience, for laughter's guise, may cloak intentions not so wise.