|Back stage before the meet n' greet.
||[Jul. 14th, 2012|08:59 pm]
Phrembah (a potato-like mystery)
S: [waving stick deodorant applicator] Deodorant, everybody! Jesus! Why is this my job? I don't even know you people.
G: You do now and to know us is to love us and to love us is to be responsible for us for all eternity. Don't you think?
S: Ross! Get back here! What are you doing?
R: I'm air drying.
S: There are people out there. Mixed company public type people.
R: I've got no pubes. I'm still a child. You can't be held sexually responsible if you've got no pubes.
S: I'm not sure that's true or that I even know what it means, for Christ's sake. Do you sit around and think this stuff up? On purpose?
R: Lie around, mostly.
C: And he does too have pubes. They're blond and tiny, but they're there. Soon he'll be sweatin' n' stinkin' n' oozin' like the rest of us.
S: What? You go over his junk with with a microscope?
C: Not often.