The caucasian crazy 88 liked to get 'wicked pissed' before getting his limbs cut off.
The Chef after one too many 'special' raviolis.
Get 12 shots of vodka in him and Gorby will not only tell you old Soviet nuclear launch codes, but he'll do the hustle while rattling them off.
Marcus couldn't tolerate anyone having a bigger bottle than him.
Steve was delicious.
Sherlock gives props to her creator before busting out with the mad rhymes.
Drummer: I'm hitting this drum like it's an olympic figure skater! Oh yeah!
What? That joke isn't fresh anymore?
The Hero and the Victor stretch the use of "argh!" as a lyric as far as it can go. And then some.
Captain Murphy: Excuse me, uh..white Debbie. Have you seen my HappyCake oven around here?
Zombie calisthenics.
Robbed of his lower half by the circus bear, 'no-costume guy' kept trying to get someone's attention. His screams of "the agony!" "my legs are in the garden!" and "I'll never tap dance again!" got old real quick.
Madeline: Oh shit. Whose brain's did I eat last night?
It turns out Phil isn't used to finding strange people he assumed only existed on the internet actually standing in his hotel room.
The group was all smiles as we headed downtown to geekify the joint.
