Richard likes to accommodate the bands' needs, but he had no idea where he was going to get a live Emu on a Sunday afternoon.
"Oh crap, I forgot the words again."
Tyler prepares to record the event for posterity. And for possible blackmail material. It's one of his side gigs.
ALO with tongue.
He had a bit of energy to spare.
"That last one didn't even make sense. I mean, who enjoys squinting?"
"Excuse me. Excuse me. I know I'm on your shoulders and everything, and I thank you for that, but would you mind not sweating through your head? It's getting on my shirt and this is dry clean only. Thanks a lot."
"Two sticks, two normal sticks. Now watch while I pull a rabbit from out of my cymbal...."
No matter how hard they screamed, these two women were always picked last for dodgeball.
The first crowd surfer of the evening gets the boot. And, apparently, a bit of a leg massage.
It knows where we are. It can detect the dry spots on our bodies.
Interpretive dance at its finest.
Pip was no English major, but he was pretty sure there wasn't a Q in Extravaganza.
"I flip more switches than the electric company. I press more buttons than a video game addict. I turn more knobs than....than....darn. I lost that one."