You see, the artist is trying to express their frustration with the process. “There is no joke” because we are the joke. We are the frog, putting on our clothes to drag ourselves through the day-to-day, never taking in the absurdity of our situations, of trying to get through.
In my experience, you might annoy the “hardcore” ones, but most people won’t be bothered. Hell, people may honestly join in, so long as you aren’t causing any problems.
A lot of the Faire folk I have met are just happy people are participating and having a good time, and if you put effort into a costume, even better.
This is an absolutely boring one, but did you know part of your seatbelt, right now, could just be colored in?
How about your seat cover? Your steering wheel? Some poor bastard had to go get that out of stock, bring it into repair, go over the entire lot, and take a special pencil to color in those little scratches, or mark it as unrepairable.
I was that bastard for awhile. It sucked. 10 hours going over whatever needed checking that day. An “exciting” day meant a defect hit the line and we needed to hunt it down, hopefully without stopping production.
“Repair” can cover a lot of things, and that was the worst repair work I’ve ever done.
See, you’re only looking at one part of the skeletal recycling economy. Sure, the skull companies only want the skulls, but the rest can be easily sold off to other parts of the industry.
Even within the skull industry, it’s a constant drip down. If a skull isn’t good for the Skull Throne, you send it out to the Cup people, who might send it to Goblet to decide, and so on.
The rest of the body, not even just the skeleton, is dispersed amongst these different branches as needed, and whatever isn’t usable directly can always get shipped off to the pig farm.
It’s quiet a nice, clean system. Wouldn’t you love to be part of such a economic feat?