As the performers moved about the space in a random pattern of loose choreography, they sang the
lines: «Who say you have to be a dead dog... One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do... And it comes down, it comes down, well it comes down, and it comes down, it comes it comes... Scores of blood and fire and freeways, I am going to get my
share... One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do... Who say you have to be a dead dog...» Handling each other's bodies with as much regard as the set's props, the performers
alternate between a cappella and in - the - round chorus, fugue and eventually total discordance, rising as high as Math Bass as she climbs to the top of the ladder supported by her full cast in order to smash the plant and end the performance.