It's nine o'clock on a Saturday, the regular crowd shuffles away from the snake infested lake and into the waiting clutches of a group of raging bodybuilders. Life is good.

Imagine Rootbeer Target, Greace, Every Man His Own Stylo, Turkey J'Basted, E-Shrug Bat Chest, Less Teeth More Grease, Super Speedboat In A Snake Lake, God Down Up The Hatch.