The Giggle Factory

28/08/2026

Thank you everyone who joined us at the Giggle Factory not just last Wednesday, but throughout this entire past year

12/08/2026

SERIAL GIGGLER REPORT: CASE NO. 9

Authorities have obtained a mugshot of Mina Nader, Egyptian national hero, currently at large in Neukölln. This officer notes that the mugshot was difficult to arrange. The suspect was found at various shwarma places, having no fridge or washing machine and basically living out of restaurants and laundromats. Details on the case remain sparse as a robbed pharaoh's tomb.

What we do know is that this man shows up with an energy this reporter can only describe as relentlessly happy. When Mina laughs, the whole room laughs with him. He appears to have so much energy that we believe he's returned from the afterlife because the gods were tired of him.

Sources confirm Mina is a gentle soul, a devout man, genuinely warm. He tends to resist signing up to perform, but after a few glasses of wine and after showing him a polaroid of his ex Cleopatra, he agrees to get on stage with a big grin on his face, showing everyone what she is missing out on.

Worth noting: Do not tell him that in his country, Mina is a female name. He already knows!

You can find Mina every Wednesday at the Agata Bar performing at The Giggle Factory. He'll be there. He'll be smiling. He'll be drinking. And he'll make everyone giggle.

04/08/2026

SERIAL GIGGLER REPORT: CASE NO. 8

Authorities have obtained a mugshot of Stephan Schieber, a proud citizen of Riff City. As you can see, the man delivered. Glasses on. Expression locked. Not a single crack in his composure. This reporter attempted to find evidence of hesitation in the photograph. There is none.

As a Riff City citizen, Stephan always believes in riffing. This reporter is not entirely sure what that means, but you can often find him around comedy shows trying to riff off the room. Riff City has no mayor, sources suggest and Schieber is on his way to Riff City hall.

Attempts were made, this reporter is told, to riff during the shoot. Schieber simply looked at the camera the way a man looks at a quarterly report, steady, informed, and already thinking about what to riff next.

He takes the microphone the same way, this reporter suspects, that he takes everything else: with full confidence that he belongs there and always another riff up his sleeves.

The room laughs. Schieber notes. And then he moves on.

"He's not like the others," said one witness, sounding slightly unsettled. "But it works. Somehow it really works!"

Wednesday. Agata Bar. The Giggle Factory.

He'll be there. On time. Riffing early.

29/07/2026

21/07/2026

Serial Giggler Report: Case No. 7

We finally obtained a mugshot of Stephen Blaubach. The boys down at booking asked him to look serious for the camera, but he just couldn't manage it. It's not a guilty smirk, and it ain't a nervous grin, either. It’s the smile of a fella who has seen it all.

We asked around but not a single soul could recall a time before Blaubach started joking. It’s like he was simply there when the Universe flipped its sign to "open." At some point, at some illegal open mic, in some backroom of a speakeasy somewhere across Weimar, Prussia, the Holy Roman Empire, or right around the time when he made the first cave paintings, he just materialized. And the public hasn't stopped giggling ever since. The word on the street is he invented the "the joke," but conveniently for his alibi, everyone who laughed is dead.

"Stephen?" said one witness, a flapper who treated my official police questioning like a total waste of breath. "He's made us laugh since forever."

Wednesday. The Agata Bar at The Giggle Factory. He was there. He was probably trespassing there last week, too. And the week before that, and the one before, and the one before that, stretching chronologically backward all the way to the beginning of time.

If you ever spot him on your patrol, try grilling him about his suspected voodoo or magical qualities, and he’ll give you the line: "Magical? I don't know anything about magic, I can only do comedy on a stage and maybe pull a hat out of a rabbit."

21/06/2026

Here in The Giggle Factory we don't always tell jokes, sometimes there are no jokes at all.

For example, a few weeks ago Krastophos the Conquerer walked in, grabbed the microphone and just stood on stage. He said nothing, just stood there like a statue for five minutes, and when I asked them why did you do that?
He said: "I just wanted to work on my stage persona because I have a war comic soon and I need to do a firey speech for my soldiers and since I haven't fought a war in two hundred thousand years I need to be prepared" then he took a pause but then with an abrupt laughter he continued "I need to get comfort with bombing, you know what I mean?"

I didn't know what he meant.

In any case, come next Wednesday and see it for yourself.