With no real bathroom facilities, a lawn chair was customized to suit the demands of the crowd. Here we see Bob Jackson (sans hat) chatting up Bill Reid (test driving makeshift throne) about whether or not that box of TP at center will last the show, while Bill Burger visualizes Shanti the Deathdog from Hell as family-sized portions. Meanwhile, Shanti the Deathdog from Hell continues to suckweasel anyone she can for a dropped bit of food. A neighbor, nauseated by the spectacle, has assumed the position, and is evacuating his breakfast in the upper left hand corner of the scene.