Your plan, to swing across the snobby town hall gallery of landscapes and paintings of clowns. Inficto group hates it as against what art really stands for. You are to swing from the rafters naked, your goodys only covered up with a Inficto banner. What really happens is you fall shortly into the flight, the banner gets caught up in your jerry rigged swing ripping free, you land impailing yourself on the microphone stand. It got a lot of attention for the Inficto group all right, but you nearly died for it. You are now in a hospital. This is coma, day three.