MOSS is a nonbinary, matcha-toting twink with a small brain and a smaller bladder, in dire need of a place to pee. They race through the streets of downtown Manhattan, crashing into “No Bathroom” signs at every step of their journey. It’s a race against the clock in this absurd chase comedy, all to answer one question: Will they find a toilet, or will their dignity be flushed away forever?
MOSS
[25 y.o. they/them]
Our protagonist and perpetually broke/socially anxious nonbinary twink from Brooklyn. Has to pee really bad.
MR. WALL STREET
[mid 40s. he/him]
Our antagonist and the rich, snobbish, and petty CEO of the largest toilet brand in the world.
JESS
[25 y.o. she/her]
Mr. Wall Street’s minimum-wage-making, perpetually exhausted assistant
SYNOPSIS:
On a sweltering New York City day, Moss downs a $12 matcha in one gulp — and immediately regrets it. What follows is a desperate, city-wide bathroom odyssey: booted from the women's room by influencers, chased out of the men's by finance bros. With nowhere else to go, they hit the streets— to an understaffed CVS, a subway bathroom turned squatter’s den, then to an urgent care facility that shuts the door in their face. Meanwhile, Mr. Wall Street, our antagonist, glides through the chaos in his private car, sneering at the "poors," much to the chagrin of his assistant Jess.
Moss’s quest reaches new heights when they chase after some Porta-potties only to discover they were on a truck, and now— Oops! So are they! An unwitting new passenger, they hang on for dear life as the truck weaves through chaotic traffic and launches Moss through the front windows of Mr. Wall Street’s company. There, a small act of solidarity from Jess grants Moss access to the penthouse, and its legendary smart toilet. Moss ascends the angelic tower and smashes through the glass office walls, leaving Mr. Wall Street shrieking in despair. Finally, they claim their prize: sweet relief.
ARTWORK BY OLIVIA PORRETTA, KATE CORREA, RACHEL GONZALEZ