With a rousing, rending, rattling rendition of John Kanakanaka Tulai-eh, twenty four-year-old pre-schoolers hurled themselves on the supine form of Vlad the inhaler and inserted the outlet of a hand-driven, brake-winch bilge pump into an accessible orifice, thus amplifying the inhaler's inhalations. The space reverberated to the high-register, rock-splitting cadences of little children at their most vindictive, bouncing vigorously on the handles of the pump as bodily fluids dribbled and squirted from a number of Vlad's oulets.

Just as Jack Halyard cried "Belay All", Vlad the Inhaler popped off the end of the Bilge-pump and flew madly round the room like a deflating balloon or a garden hose in overdrive.