Sometimes an indiscretion can be flipped discreet by creating a psychic tsunami. Take for example the Mood Demon. When a Mood Demon has entered the garden party, roll on all fours and scream the Korean word for mother. Keep your eyes on the sky.
Ah, the Mood Demon. Blame the blood sugar. Blame the parents (Morris). Blame the media. But don't fucking blame me, I spank the edges of moon worship with a well-seasoned switch.
