Mo' Money, Mo' muppet

Sammy J and Randy have inherited a lot of money for this next show of theirs. Or at least they're about to. Or they want to. Or something relating to inheritance. You'll find out when you see their new show, The, um, Inheritance. “Despite my feminine demeanour, I've actually played the bad cop in our previous two shows,” says Sammy, “putting Randy in jail, then last year chopping him up with a chainsaw; so this year we've tried to reverse it and Randy finally gets to show off his inner jerk. This is made easier when he inherits a bucket of cash from his uncle in England. I'm not giving anything away; this happens within the first few scenes. We try to balance out the adventures between us but when the story calls, for example, for somebody to be chopped up with a chainsaw, then Randy is the natural candidate.”

While the muppet/man duo on stage works fantastically, the writing process does involve some additional human help. “I presume you are referring to Heath McIvor, the drug-addled, unkempt wreck of a man who continues to ride Randy's coattails? Well, we write our shows together and plan our time accordingly, but I've been speaking to some science undergrads at Monash Uni who have assured me Randy will have his own life-force by 2015 at which point Mr McIvor will be dead to me and Randy and I can finally take shit to the max. Normally our shows dribble out over the course of four months or so. This year we actually tried something different – professionalism – and wiped our calendars for December/January to write the show and put it all together. Occasionally one of us will have to nip interstate or overseas to fuel our coke habit in which case Skype comes to the party and allows us the use of its bargain rate cyber meeting rooms. You can tell the jokes we wrote [via] Skype. They're quite delayed and the sound is fuzzy.”