It's much better to stand next to a dangerous-looking sign that to get yourself killed on a dangerous-looking wave. Besides, it's cold out there.		Spanky fulfills a promise to Catfish Dan Hall of The Woggles, and gets him a handful of California to add to his collection of sand. Yes, sand.

Special Agent Trace Luger puts his life on the line for the Syndicate every day...		...after all, look who's driving.

Stix swore he would never again physically attack a person who yelled at the band to "play Wap-owt!" But sometimes, it is very difficult. Very difficult, indeed.		This guy knows how not to be just another Trace in the crowd. Step 1: Dress sharp. Step 2: drink heavily. Step 3. Flop your arms around and jump up and down. Step 4: Get noticed!

Relax ... you are getting veerryy sleeeepy. Agent Thrillby Rip-mo-tizes yet another photographer with the band's 1/8 scale Silver Surfer mascot.		Give Spanky The Three Gs -- a girl, a gun, and a guitar -- and there ain't nothing he can't do!

"Rip, what the hell are you doing looking at your guitar!?" "Uh... trying to remember the damn song!"		Trace Luger, humanitarian, offers Rosie, an already overweight English Bulldog, a Cheeto. But with a face like that, how can you resist?

Stay away from the demon-weed tobacco, kids, or you might end up like this guy.		The Penetrators attempt to look cool after their Paradise Lounge gig, glad they only had guitars to carry out for a change. Field Agent Jay Hector laid in the middle of the street to take this shot.