| | Matt Obert cleverly avoids red-eye | |
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| | | Hmmm. I should probably wipe my lens | |
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| | | | Still haven't wiped that lens | |
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| | | They toil not, but they sure do spin | |
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| | | | Everything is in the ladies room | |
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| | The main stage before the onslaught | |
| | | | More Empire Street frontage | |
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| | | Graham and Scott ponder gin | |
| | | whatever you want it to be | |
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| | | Mayhem as the Mayor enters | |
| | | The Fool greets the Mayor | |
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| | | | The red eye matches the horns | |
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| | | | Joan explains the hanging gardens | |
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| | Onstage in the Citizens Building | |
| | | Shawn and Scott raise a little hell | |
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