full of mutator threads, all busy, sweating, mutating the heap. Some of them have <gasp> shared mutable state. They’re mutating each others state, concurrently, like animals. Some stand in corners mutating their own state (go blind they will). Suddenly a neon sign ashes the word PINEAPPLES. One by one the mutators stop their rampant heap romping and wait, sweat dripping. When the last mutator stops, a bunch of elves come in, empty the ashtrays, ll up all the drinks, mop up the puddles, and quickly as they can they vanish back to the north pole. The sign is turned o and the threads go back to it