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Greetings from Paranoia Central
Sure, if the Bomb Scare had ruined my commute, I'd probably want some heads to roll.
Even if you're paying a known guerilla marketing company (who may pointedly not get permits for their installations) to promote the upcoming movie of a kookie, adult-oriented cartoon, you might want to prepare a big legal fund in the likely event that, sooner or later, someone is going to notice that there's a suspicious item, with batteries and wires and stuff coming out of it, someplace kinda hidden and, possibly structurally significant, and, not at night when the purpose of the item can be observed, and it's going to be dealt with by people who are obliged to suppress their sense of humor about such things.
It's up there with joking about guns when going through airport security. There probably is a way to be this creative without alienating so many people from new concepts in art and viral memetics.
This, however, was not it.
Even if you're paying a known guerilla marketing company (who may pointedly not get permits for their installations) to promote the upcoming movie of a kookie, adult-oriented cartoon, you might want to prepare a big legal fund in the likely event that, sooner or later, someone is going to notice that there's a suspicious item, with batteries and wires and stuff coming out of it, someplace kinda hidden and, possibly structurally significant, and, not at night when the purpose of the item can be observed, and it's going to be dealt with by people who are obliged to suppress their sense of humor about such things.
It's up there with joking about guns when going through airport security. There probably is a way to be this creative without alienating so many people from new concepts in art and viral memetics.
This, however, was not it.