For Max and Cafat, of all of our punk animals playing in the decrepit ruins of industrial civilization. Deep in the old Industrial Park in an abandoned factory, at just the right time and just the right spot, something happens, and Gravity just Doesn't Work Right. It's okay, Gravity, it's a big mood. Sometimes the laws of physics need a break, too.

Also it's probably, like, super duper radioactive. But what isn't, these days?