They left these cutouts on the grass for 4 months, hoping mushrooms would form around them in the bands' names.
My inflatable kingdom.
Spying.
The grand mushroom entrance greeting people coming in.
One of the bamboo shade structures keeping students from getting burned.
"I swear this is the last time I smuggle body parts for some student's "frankenstein monster" project. The money is good, but I think that arm belonged to my old roommate."
Portafloor strategizing.
The struggle was real.
No really, they got everyone out to do this.
Wait, is that person in the back banging on the fence, trying to get out?
Getting a fitted sheet to work right.
"Are we pushing or pulling?"
Thus began the effort to use every single person to move the floor several inches.
"Seriously, that's how he tried to shake hands. Guy was an alien wearing a human suit for real."
