Context: It's 4AM at an all-night dubstep "renegade" show beneath an imposing canopy of ancient redwood trees, where everyone is on some triptamine or phenethylamine of one variety or another. You're hanging out by the generator, fighting the urgent need to go disappear for a little bit and let your mind process the psilocybin - when all of a sudden THIS guy emerges from the woods and starts fire dancing. OR - alternatively - you're getting down to some grimy bass wobbles under the black lights, when all of a sudden this Snidely-Whiplash-Meets-Satan with a glowing face (it's UV reactive!) starts bumpin' and grindin' on you. Ah yes, the wonders of mask play in human interaction ;)