A Pinecone, Probably

It's rude. You're making someone take their time to read something you couldn't bother to write. You're telling them they were so unimportant you couldn't be bothered to actually take the time to say something yourself. And frankly, you're lying about it while you're at it.

[Orpheus turns around]

Eurydice: [shocked, speaking with fear and despair] You’re early.

This is a form of backdoor bigotry from both normative facts (there are more straight than gay relationships) and well represented bigoted beliefs (men are superior to women).

“I can see you are attractive, to women anyway”

(please note that literally two pages later Pentheus dresses in women’s clothes with little resistance)

imagine this: you fucking hate your cousin because he has this cult and said cult makes all the women want to fuck each other and other men, not you (the king). so you order that all the cultists to be locked up.

somehow, ALL of your prisoners break out, but one stays behind. and like. no homo. but he is HOT. this femboy with gorgeous hair and glowy pale skin who is turning all your brain cells to mush. he’s really charismatic too, and oh wait oh gods is he into you too??? no homo????

Have you guys seen that clip

The muppets usually work by improv rules. And the golden rule of improv is that you basically never say "no." It shuts down the scene and ruins the fun. It's always "yes, and," to help keep the energy going.

When we got our younger cat Skadi, her favorite toy was (still is, but she's calmed down with age) the rattley mouse. She would bring the mouse to be thrown for fetch so many times that not even two human adults in the house could keep up with her. So my partner started making puzzle boxes to put the rattley mouse in that would occupy her for longer.

So, we have a setup: mouse is in the puzzle box, puzzle box is on the floor, younger cat is trying to resolve the puzzle box, elder cat is sitting on the cat tree observing all this. Skadi spends about fifteen minutes trying and failing to get the mouse out of the box. She sticks her paw into the holes. She sticks her nose into the holes. She pushes the box to and fro on the carpet. She meows beseechingly for a human to come solve the problem. Sticks her paws into the holes again.

Finally, she gives up on the puzzle box and wanders over to see if there's any food to be had. As soon as she walks away the elder cat gets up from the cat tree, big stretch, jumps down, walks over to the puzzle box, hooks a paw under the edge and flips the whole thing over, spilling the mouse onto the floor.