Are You Claustrophobic?

I was all sweaty and smelling like dead animal, drinking milk by the grocery between muscle dissection and putting jugular catheters in four ewes, and some guy from the art department comes up to me and asks me if I would like to model in the art department in an upcoming sculpture. He was VERY animated about this sculpture, but it involves me getting propped, standing with about 9 other people on a bamboo structure, and having a sheet soaked in plaster thrown on top of us. I think I will call him back about it. It sounds really cool. Even if the sculpture doesn't go anywhere I can always say I did it.