Mustache-cam requires three hands to operate at all times.
"For the last time, it's a ROOT BEER FLOAT. Not a MUD FLOAT. Stop making fun of my drawing!"
The root beer was 50% hydrochloric acid.
"I swear to protect you from getting body paint on your forehead in the shape of that emoji poop icon."
We really need more words in the English language, instead of just giving existing words additional meanings.
Guard dog on duty.
This is backstage. Backstage is serious.
"Which hand am I hiding the candy in? C'mon, guess."
"I guessed right!"
Slap hand.
Or low ten? I don't know.
"This bottle of water gave itself for my refreshment. The least I can do is give it a proper burial on the other side of the field."
Neither of them got the caterpillar joke from earlier. But they laughed anyway so they wouldn't feel empty inside.
Time for The Growlers.
Don't ever let anyone limit you to just ONE microphone. If you want another one, even if it's just to amplify your digestive track to 4000 people, then by golly, demand it.