Poor Mojo's Two Minute Hate

COMEDY, like nature, abhors a vacuum, and there was a rather prominent six-letter hole in the air at the Laugh Factory on Sunday night. It was the West Hollywood club's weekly showcase of mostly African American comedians — the first "Chocolate Sundaes" show since the club banned the N-word after Michael "Kramer" Richards' now-infamous vocabulary malfunction.

At least there was a hole until comedian-actor Damon Wayans took the stage.

"Give yourselves a big round of applause for coming down and supporting ' … Night,' " Wayans said, using the word itself, to gasps and laughs. The producers "tried to prep me backstage — 'Don't say the N-word.' They're going to fine me." Wayans sprinkled folded bills across the stage floor, green confetti at his feet. "How much you want?" he asked, looking at club owner Jamie Masada, who sat with his head in his hands at his table in a back corner of the intimate room's main floor.

Anger bubbled just beneath the surface.

"I'll be damned if the white man uses that word last," Wayans said,