When I began studying acting in Marc Clopton’s cold reading classes at the Newburyport Actors Studio, most of the scenes were entirely new to me. I eventually learned to recognize the work of Pinter or Mamet or other great playwrights, but many of the plays we read were both extremely well written and utterly anonymous; that is, until I began to inquire a bit, and learned that many such pieces were in fact from the pen of Marc Clopton himself. The idea that a chatroom could be named “Titanic” struck me as the perfect opportunity to imagine a night of Clopton shorts. As the subtitle states, “You Can’t Make This Stuff Up.”