CSOs waiting to be given permission to chase after the crowd with nerf guns.
Swapping Extravaganza war stories.
"This cleaning is a bore. C'mon fire ants, kick in already."
Moving the wall, one piece at a time.
Disassembling the shade. In style.
Wait, the ladder matches the shade?!
"There's a toothbrush sticking out of your chest. You need a doctor, not a bandaid."
Teardown continues.
Trashbag abduction in three, two...
Kris turned down the fire ants. He'd heard the after affects involved sweat that smelled like pork chops and he was strictly vegetarian these days.
"Pork chop sweat you say?"
Everyone loves the portafloor.
Just loves it.
Making portafloor burritos.
