Semi-naked woman on the floor.
In a circle around her: chicken bones; potatoes; rice; asparagus; noodles; smashed plates; urine; tennis shoes; broken glass; rolled-up jeans cut and soiled with all the above.
Weeping determinedly, she recites her special koan for the event:
"Craig!"
"Papa!"
"Craig!"
"Papa!"
"Craig!"
"Papa!"
"Craig!"
"Papa!"
"Craig!"
"Papa!"
"Craig!"
"Papa!"
"Craig!"
"Papa!"
"Craig!"
"Papa!"
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