Actually- I simply bounced about, acting as local camoflage. At this point I had no knowledge of Mogul; that came a bit later in the weekend. The Explorer I was leading, he wore a glowstick to light the way. Whut a joke: there were 500 other furs wearing similar devices, and that made my attempt at camoflage a feeble chakat mating ritual. Soon after this picture, my RL mate (who made this picture) disappeared, and I was decapitated, and our Explorer was drawn into the maelstrom of murgatroydt panspheroidal tanzseizure. I took him damn near an hour to extract himself. But the expression of pleasure he experienced belied his apparent anger - (One cannot hide a trans-eclectic rave dance experience; just ask Jimi Hendrix)

A reverse- entropy field was established, using the F.E.M. Diode my grandfather Zappa gave mesome years ago, and thankfully we were able to extract our rather ravebeaten countenances from this impending apocalypse. Had I known the mogul-dance at this point, our general result may have been less challenged.