The band.
Andria: Here is a flower, the symbol of love, of peace, of...wait! This thing is fake! This is a symbol of how cheap that mariachi band was. And they had my love *sniff*.
Alex has showing random strangers hand games from elementary school. You know, in case they skipped that part of life and went straight on to college.
These are confetti eggs smashed against your friend's head. Any questions?
Their one groupie.
This new aliens species, deciding to be a bit more civilized, digs out from inside your stomach with a spoon instead of their teeth and claws.
Alex's offer of marriage to the bouncer was soundly rejected when his 'engagement egg' was unceremoniously smashed on his head.
Kid: ..but mom, I already shaved earlier today!
Paka (internal): Oh yeah, I always get to sit with the honeys. This 'touch-me' shirt works wonders. Thank you polyester!
These are confetti eggs.
Woman: I bring you peace! Ok, so it's just shredded paper, but you simpletons don't know the difference. Peace for all!
After promising Shasta he wouldn't eat anything sweet, Paka tried to play off the churros as "salty tortilla sticks".
Paka (internal): It's good to still be the king.
The belly lint hat craze finally sweeps into Santa Barbara.
