Developed by S.O.S. Productions (apt), this performance has no single writer or director--and that shows in the flat dialogue, derivative characters, lamely executed stunts, and amateurish comic timing, which belies the cast's extensive improv training. A ramshackle set doesn't benefit from the Cornservatory's junior high band-room stage. Supposedly a sitcom about office workers foiling the Big Brother schemes of Homeland Security agents, the show deals mostly in banal bestiality jokes. Of course all this juvenile humor does provoke a few "why did I laugh at that?" moments. The show is spared utter futility by Mark Piszczor--imagine Christopher Walken playing The Matrix's Agent Smith--delivering lines like "That's the smell of fuck off" and by the free PBR handed out before the show. Through 2/3: Fri 8 PM. Then 2/12-2/26: Sun 7 PM, Cornservatory, 4210 N. Lincoln, 708-715-3646, $8.