Obey the inflatable orb.
Horseplay is strictly forbidden. Also, bringing horses into the stadium. Just say no.
Sal is more of an ice cream traditionalist. In a bowl, eaten with a fork.
"Can I get a shout-out for the traditional ice cream sandwich?!"
The band contemplates face tattoos and delicious popsicles.
"Does anyone ever get a face tattooed on their own face? If so, does that face REPLACE their own?"
"It's between the pizza and the snowcones. But if you get to the face tattoo booth, you've gone too far. Way too far."
Wait, where was the head wreath booth? I missed that."
Guitar break.
"I'd probably pay a dollar. Maybe I'd walk on my hands for a few yards. But that's about it."
"What would you do for a Klondike bar?"
"I could go for a rocket pop right about now."
"You ever notice that this drumstick looks totally different than a turkey drumstick, and even more different than one of those ice cream drumsticks?"
"I had a gerbil once. He had 45 babies. I think Harry was keeping a secret from me."
