Camp Pump's entry into the radical technology sweepstakes consisted mainly of a collection of large Lucite bell jars and vacuum pumps.
The man in charge of the operation sported a bizarrely enlarged scrotum. He appeared very proud of his package and was not at all self-conscious, although he had a sack big enough to double as a saddlebag. Upon entering the area, a straight-talking newcomer sized up the host with wide eyes and exclaimed, "Dude, you've got some wicked big nuts there. What's it feel like?"
After enlarging for some time, the pumpers released the vacuum on themselves and bade Camp Pump farewell. They left through the tent flap and walked out into the desert, their newly inflated testicles exposed for public view. As they no doubt had hoped, they gather stares quite frequently.
"As they no doubt had hoped." Indeed. Dude! I want people to notice me! Hey, this ought to work!
You know, I understand the urge to attract attention to yourself. I don't think I want to do it in this particular way, however. I think I'll stick to attracting attention to myself by singing aryana_filker's German filk songs in the United States.