Jay Steigmann and Emily Boardman are more talented than their name implies, but they're not quite versatile enough to do full justice to the dark comic sketches in their 35-minute show on religion, adoption, cancer, sexual harassment, and pornography. Some scene transitions, seamlessly staged by director Butch Jerinic, have greater energy than the sketches, and both women need to differentiate their characters more to give this ambitious writing greater bite. Opening the show, Michael Moore's 35-minute comic monologue introduces us to a self-absorbed drama queen (Moore may be portraying himself, but let's hope it's an exaggeration). His character is fully fleshed out as he drops scathing observations into ego-driven stories about Britney Spears's fantasy suicide or his own identification with Moses. But Moore could use a more natural delivery--his monologue seems too arch and obviously staged. Through 3/30: Tue-Wed 8 PM. $10.