The backstage crew, protecting a crate of imported prawns for Ludacris.
The advanced photo booth showed a series of LOLcat images before every shot.
Brendan: I parked back there on the grass over by the bleachers. Some crazy guys in yellow shirts asked me to move. I think they were just jealous of my parking job.
Nic: If you find yourself being overwhelmed by jealousy of our red shirts, well, stop. You still aren't getting one.
Nic's security diagrams often involved football plays, dueling stick figures, and Rick Astley.
"2...4...6...8....who do we talk to about stock deprecatiation and financial solvency? errr, go team!"
A good 15 minutes were spent on everyone complimenting each other on their nifty shirts.
Oh good, the heavy, waterproof, mailable glassware had arrived.
Christie's future was so bright, she had to wear shades. And false teeth.
Sina wasn't going to take any of Brian's lip. He had asked for 3 chocolate chip cookies and 2 diet Sprites. No more, no less.