After Pyrotechnic Boy managed to slide his prize off stage and the show officially ended, I witnessed the group collective consciousness of Korea kick into action. If I'd ever felt like a termite in an ant colony, this was the moment. Slightly larger and off-color, I did my best to fit in when, as if moved by an invisible force, all the Koreans, all at once, stood up and began putting away the chairs they'd been using for the show. This was a surprising activity for me since, as an American, I just assumed someone would come along later and put the chairs away for us. Neverless, I joined in the removal.