Christen unwraps pens as quickly as she can, hoping that her efforts help aid the throngs of fans desperate to write poetry during the long concert.
The KCSB contingent tries to contain their excitement.
"Hey guys, I'm making a poster and I've already made a 'G'. I have to make the rest of this make sense now. So how about 'Go Gauchos!'. No, that's bad. Maybe 'Gangrene Treatment here!' Too depressing. 'Gonzo for President'? Yeah, that's it."
Ryan: If it rains, these are the expletives that I'm prepared to use. I just want to show them to you so that you won't be surprised.
This is how the red shirts roll.
There's no shame in playing your instrument, barefoot, in your pajamas, against a fence, alone, while screaming "Don't look at me!"
Batman's playing just hasn't been the same since Robin stopped tuning his guitars for him.
Wait a second, Green Lantern?! You tricky devil you.
The military's new funk division camouflage could use some work.
Brendan strikes a pose.
The security circle - ensuring everyone is safe. Except if you're outside of the circle, of course.
The backstage crew start a high stakes game of Go Fish.
Megan was hoping that no one would notice that she'd replaced all the burritos with her dirty laundry wrapped in foil. She really likes the feeling of guac and beans between her toes.
Just another normal day at Extravaganza.
Ben Kweller takes a break from hauling his rig to practice a few tunes.