It was a crazy day up on the Crest, including a bagpiper. Yeah, you heard me right. Bagpipes. On Puke Hill no less. I've heard the bagpipes are the traditional music the Scotts would play before battle. What else kind of music would you want before you eviscerate your enemy---or he eviscerates you? Baroque chamber music? The lute? The hurdy gurdy? Nope. And so it was the perfect soundtrack for gear grinding Puke Hill---which is like an evisceration.
The so-called Dood Crew (including me, the cameraman), named by Brian. I can't bring myself to spell it right. But the name fits. We are men enough to embrace it.