Standing over there to the left of that piece of napkin on the floor is the chef of doom, Scotty O'Dwyer. He'll serve your beef tips with a side of misery.
Sitting this round out is Jeff, he teaches MATH. We wish him the best as he recovers from his pythagorean theorem accident.
Squatting near the empty nacho tray is Casey...it looks like he could use that napkin.
And finally, running around the ring is the ultra-energetic, ultra-coordinated Super John. No, I am not referring to a fully loaded (pardon the pun) portable latrine, I'm talking about the man who will mow obscene gestures in your front lawn, or send you to Vegas with a swish of his typing finger.
Yes. It IS on.