Upon a brutally long trip, hungover, from Albuquerque, NM to Las Cruces, NM, one Miss Colleen and one Mr. The Joe imagined if they were in a car crash - would they be frozen in their dance positions? This all occurring as music was blasting on the radio, the robot in full effect, coffee cups between legs, and Juarez in their hearts. Shortly after pondering, the two decided they should create an experimental band/art troupe in which everything fake and everything fantastic is displayed for all to see.

Then the two dropped antibiotics and probably got too drunk again.