Demonic Possession at the Tailor

Fresh from a fiery strip-mall curry, a crude customer rants on his phone about the brother he resents and the wedding he dreads while a soft-spoken tailor named Sal measures him for a suit. Every time Sal works near the man's midsection, a growling otherworldly voice addresses him by name, warning that everything is changing and the end is near. Sal is reduced to terrified pleading until the prophecy resolves into a squeaky fart, the oblivious customer offers a casual apology, and a third-eyed monk appears to deliver one last cryptic warning.

Paste Magazine's review of "The 420 Special" refers to this sketch as "The End Is Near, Sal."