granted you have inexaustable amounts in which you get tangled/lost.
You remain trapped in your bias-y jungle until well after you've been declared a missing person and the police have given up hope of ever finding you. By the time you emerge, you look like Robin williams in that one scene from Jimanji. Darnsies.
I wish my friends had no life, like me, so that they would come over and costume with me more often. (how sad is that?)