Transcript:
"My next poem is called Rhymes With Slob. ahem." "Eenie...meanie...beanie...weenie...teenie...meanie...meanie...meanie...meanie meanie meanie meanie meanie Rob!" "Boooo! Boooooo! B-" splat! "The audience being pelted with rotten fruit? Never seen that."
Well, he’s not a real audience member.