Come in

John, if you must pose behind
the fish - couldn't you manage
a happier expression?

What do I do now? - Here comes mine back
with a hat on it.

The people upstairs are drilling for oil.

Guess who!

Hey! Somebody's bathing suit faded!

What! You ain't got the ball?

Brother Paul is slipping. Now he
has taken to reading mere worldly
literature.

Since I rigged this up, my players never get tired
from posing for photographers.