The First Four are Masters (Mistresses?) at turning disadvantages to advantages. If their skin color was crayon, it would be labeled blanched cadaver because they spend so much time underground, often with colds or some other illness from the damp cave habitat. Lyric nearly died three months ago of histoplasmosis, a fungal infection acquired from bat guano.

Donald Barthelme, a psychoanalyst and a duck walk into a bar. They take seats, and the bartender is Etgar Keret. None of the three seem to realize who the bartender actually is, or if they do, they're not letting on.