Colt: C’mon, big guy! Just hit the red button and take the selfie!

Goomer: I... uh... I already told you not to call me that.... And why are we doing this? Didn’t we take a picture back at the shop?

Colt: Hehehe, yeah, but this one’s to mark our official start as a band! What d’you guys think? All together? Or maybe something like that Wasted Titans pic!

Aidan: Goomer, at least try to smile, dude. C’mon, I know you’re holding it in!

Goomer: I-I’m not holding anything in, I just think this angle is... really make me fat!

Colt: Nah, man!! You in the center? Couldn’t get any better. Like some giant colossus between two metal beasts!! Oh wait!! right! Aidan, some red face paint would look sick on you.

Aidan: Wasn’t this supposed to be just a pic to mark us as an official band?

Colt: Sorry, got carried away, but seriously, after a whole month I couldn’t forgive myself if we still didn’t have this photo!

Aidan: Fine, fine! So what now? If Goomer won’t smile, we could hit ’em with an intimidating look, right?!

Goomer: I-it’s not that I don’t want t-to, it’s just... can you guys get down from there, please?

Colt: Oh come on, Goomer! It’s super comfy up here! And you’re the only one stalling this shot, just do it already! Take the damn photo!

Aidan: Hold up, I think I can reach it from up here...and ...

Goomer: Aargh!! Aidan! Get your hand outta my face!!!

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Hey, I really wanted to draw big guy here, after meeting those two, he never had a moment of peace again.