Luke prepares to explode.
A half-decent drummer picture of Tim. Okay, quarter-decent.
Why use one microphone when you can use two (not counting the one on the floor)?
Johnny sings after a refreshing beer bath.
Luke checks the set list.
Steve and Tim wrestle over guitar and drums.
Tim contemplates the unlikelihood of an encore while Luke jumps on what's left of the kit.
"Put that back together and keep playing!"
"Go home, Dave Martendale!"
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