Lorraine, Esbe and David have reached ACOrN, the penultimate level of a simulation game designed to test their performing abilities. After 44 attempts, they are wilting and exploding. They have rehearsed a thousand plays, and flit madly between them in order to appease the Master. They have jumped from Aristotelian narrative to Brechtian balderdash, searched inside Beckett's bum and found nothing. In search of a new plane, they'll dance - frenetic and frenzied - over a world full feta to find something better. Will they see daylight again? Come, humour their metatheatrical nutshell volcano.