Between the House of Discord and my favorite nearby grocery store, there were several empty lots along the main road. I noticed that one of these lots, the one next to Bob Street, had a barb-wire fence around it. There was nothing in the lot but flat concrete with a little bit of grass growing up through it. On the side of the fence facing the main road there was a gate, and this gate had a sign on it which said "Eye Protection Required." I scanned the interior of the lot for evidence of any current or former potential hazards...... nothing. There was only one thing to do. We would have to come back to the lot for an upcoming celebration of the Original Snub. So I rounded up a bunch of my friends, and saw to it that we had a grill, plenty of hot dogs, condiments (including mustard for those who like mustard on it,) and goggles for everyone. So we all put our goggles on, and walked in through the gate, which was unlocked, and started to set up. Just then, a security guard from across the street came out and informed us that this was his territory, which his pack had marked clearly, and that he would be calling in the police, who would be even more unfriendly, if we did not leave immediately. He did not think the goggles were funny. We had not been invited onto his empty lot. One difference between an XTian passion play and a Discordian Snub Play, is that the cabbages come in and say their lines on behalf of the Rising Hodge without ever suspecting that they are participating in a dramatic reenactment of the Original Snub. So we returned to the HoD, miffed at being sent away from the party with the goggles, and took solace in our hot dogs there.