Hubert, the ultimate gentleman, never without his trusty sword.

Kristof’s currently in a two man play selling out theatres so he’s too important to write blurbs anymore. Occasionally his PA will email me a script he dictated while getting his nose powdered with cocaine. I’ve heard his performances are full of nervous energy as he sprints around the stage naked, scratching himself with barbed wire.

Hey if you’re interested it’s playing in Auckland for a few more nights! I’ll be checking it out as well to see what all the fuss is about so we might see you there!

↓ Transcript
Hubert is dining at a classy restaurant - he is dressed up for the occasion and has a hot date. A waiter is yelling at his date. She’s intimidated and almost a little teary.
“Well if you don’t like the service, you can go somewhere else!”
Hubert puts his hand on her arm comfortingly.
“One moment.”

Hubert defenestrates the waiter.

Hubert has acquired the waiter’s menu and perhaps one of those cloth things that posh waiters always seem to have.
“Good evening. My name is Hubert, and I will be your waiter tonight.”
His date is pretty sure this is the most romantic thing ever.