
The proof is here
Figure 1) Team Shredder and friends dancing on the Astral Plane. Note The Orb on the legs of gree c and Peeds.
Figure 1a) Detail of The Orb on dey legs

I mean, we knew it all along, a doi, and believe me, we were all feeling the etheric presence of the, as I believe Mountain Man once said, pink bubbles of yes, on that enchanted evening in gree c's studio.
What happen that night was, Mrs. The Capt'n she orchestrated an event that instantly went down (no pun intended) in Lesbian Herstory. Somebody made the leap from experimental opera to astromusicology, uh hm. She done set up a container of water with a hydrophone in it, a baloon, and some tubes what went from the air outside to under the water. Then, after referring to her elaborate score and theory, she directed 8 of us through the rigors of making sound go from our mouths to the water.
I've heard the recording, and I have to say, it sound bootiful. She now making a piece out of it, and will keep us abreast of the updates and final results. A video is coming, too, if I can make sense of the crazypants ADD footage.
In the meantime, other incriminating photos of that fateful night, both during the creation of Juliana's piece and afterward, when everyone literally went buck wild, can be viewed here, here, and here.
