Mitch: "We needed an alter ego".

Carlos: "I thought we had enough ego already".

Mitch: "Yes and no. Pushing towards No".

Carlos: "We performed live on the corner of Yonge and Wellesley to a sell-out crowd of 1 - Officer Johnson. He was a great guy before he hit Mitch with his Billy Club causing severe head trauma. Mitch has never been the same. Right Mitch?"

Mitch: "Umm...G Major?"

Mitch: "What's the internet?"

Carlos: "Isn't that the lining in your swim trunks?"

Mitch: "I wouldn't sign a contract with a label that would have me as a musician".

Carlos: "I would for free room and board".

The band was formed under severe alcohol poisoning and trying to hit each with our guitars during a performance in cell block 4. (reminder: always have more than 2 chords in your repetoire. Also, keep your back to the nearest escape exit.)

El KaBong. Tom and Gerry. Mighty Mouse.

Under the bridge down the street. There's great reverb there when we're practicing.

Anything with 6 strings. Somtimes 5 though because Mitch is always breaking his.