A doctored self portrait called "WHEN THE FROP RUNS OUT". The slogan is used in honor of "The Law" in H.G. Wells' story "The Island of Dr. Moreau," which has lately mutated into SubGenius Law via Einstein's Secret Orchestra. It is also an homage to our shared Yeti-Bonobo ancestry.

Luckily, the Frop has not actually run out; this is a hypothetical situation. I'm merely dispelling the tension of an imagined disaster through artistic expression, that's all.