Specifically, Brecht's How Much is Your Iron? and Woody Allen's God: A Play. The Brecht play left me a bit cold, which was perhaps the intention. It smacked of the classically unsettling First they came... poem.
The night definitely belonged to Allen's raucously irreverent play, with the first third being so chaotic that one can barely draw breath between such gags as:
ACTOR: You idiot, you're fictional, she's Jewish - you know what the children will be like?
By the time the chorus issue the instruction:
CHORUS: Let's go, Phidipides, the play is bogging down.
the play has indeed bogged down and become quite difficult to follow, which was probably intentional. Heck, it was all intentional; hassling the audience, that's a bit cheap... until you realise they're all plants, every last one of them.
Again, it's a shame NUTS doesn't run this one for longer to larger audiences.