Host: hey, wait, there’s real weed in this! (musical guests—whoever—gets really scared.) What the hell, someone call the security, I’m serious! (musical guests start to look around, start to move, paranoid, then host changes demeanor.) I’m just kidding.
(However, two regular skit players come out cop uniforms, much to host’s dislike and start to harass musical guests.)
Host: Hey, what are you doing here!
Cop 1: We’re security guards, we’re here to take them away.
Host: No you’re not, you’re just [skit players real names] dressed up like security guards
Cop 2: Haven’t you read the script?
Host: No.
Cop 1: Then how come you just happened to call for security, and here we are?
Host: (puzzled, looks out to audience) I guess I’m breaking the fourth wall.
Cop 2: (in cop tone) Yes, you are, and we’d appreciate if you wouldn’t. So move along now. (They start pushing him on with their sticks.)
Host: But you’re not cops.
Cop 2: There you go again, we warned you. (they starts hitting him with the sticks.)
Host: But this isn’t in the script!
Cop 1: (punctuating each word with hits) Yes, it is.
Cop 2: (punctuating also) And no its not!
Host: Hey, this isn’t real weed! I’m in pain! This hurts, help! (etc. etc.)