Not bad.

There we go.

Masterlensman, eyeballing.

Strople!

It's like a big Arto's.


Perfect for eggs, apparently.

'What are you doing up there?'

Belle E Button's finest.

Olson, on the lip.

Pedro can really choke up on a rock. So sick.

This was the oop, I think.

The conversations of the classicly-trained.


Scuba hadn't seen bowl busting like this since his heyday running the 'Lab.

Lance coaches Alex through the ill-fated skit portion.

You can actually see him giving up here.

Calling for backup. Chet handled it like a pro.

Sweeper. Foot off lip.

Pressing the rail.

Modern lein.

Wow!

Indy air, thumb on the toe.

He made it.


Layback air!

Better ask what the SOTY thinks. I have a feeling he gave it his blessing.

Ripping crew ...

but this plaster ain't gonna cure itself.

Thanks Rusty.