In this shot LOAF and WildWeasel commandeer a random table. Unfortunately the authorities came to remove them before long. It wasn't the last table we lost at the convention.
Byydo: There's something distinctly David Lynch-ian about this scene. Are they un-drinking the water?
Weasel: LOAF and I commandeered a table and held our own Wing Commander panel. Then some guy came by and told us to leave.
ChrisReid: I was really nervous someone would come and do that. But after that we sure did get a nice space on the floor next to some pillar.
LOAF: Damn, my vest is cool.
Joe: LOAF keeps the Gin flowing, as Weasel berates the the other attendees.
ChrisReid: And yes, Weasel's neck is broken.