Thanks! As soon as I saw the picture, I knew I must have it.

I'm enjoying the vibe of squatters taking over a long-lost thread and commandeering it for their own strange purpose. It's like something out of a Thomas Pynchon novel, or how I imagine one of his novels to be, not having read one. But I keep meaning to.

Well, he could have been an oddly-dressed auto mechanic.

The guy dressed in a white jacket and a toque, who was digging a hole in the wall with a spoon and eating all the rock dust to hide it and listening to nothing but Smash Mouth to justify the poster that was hiding the hole.

Umm, looking through the comments, I suddenly realize I'm jumping into a whole thing without noticing that it's not the thing I thought it was. I'm sorry, what with my totally incongruous comment about "G. I. Jeff" and all. I'll just back away slowly now.

The gut-wrenching deflation of the chef character, when his years of effort were suddenly literally blown away and revealed to be all for naught, conveyed perfectly, even within the constraints of seriously sub-par animation? Yes. Here we find genius.