Kris helped out all he could. Including passing love notes back and forth from porta-floor crew to the food runners backstage.
"Why yes, I did recently repurpose my grandmother's couch. How did you know?"
"I want you to put it over here. And no more wrapping people up like a burrito inside the flooring. We'll never finish at this rate."
"We could build a wicked skate ramp out of these. I volunteer you to go first. Test out the structural integrity."
If the sun was out, and these were buffed to a shine, they'd make pretty sweet Archimedes' heat ray panels. Those Roman boats would never take the stage.
"You put your right foot in,
You take your right foot out..."
"Who set this thing up so that it required a successful game of Snake before you could do anything?"
"Do you ever think that life is just moving one grey thing from one place to another?"
Just one more layer and it'd be the perfect height for his personal VIP section.
"Was that thunder??!"
This is a whole lotta pointing for absolutely zero Spidermen.
"Seriously, that's how he tried to shake hands. Guy was an alien wearing a human suit for real."
Thus began the effort to use every single person to move the floor several inches.
"Are we pushing or pulling?"
