Steve Cirbus prepares to get the pretend shit kicked out of him.

Julian Gamble and Anthony Laurent prepare to kick the pretend shit out of Steve.

John Lee enjoys directing.

Me, Zoe and Jacob enjoy shooting a scene in lovely Prospect Park that got cut.

Hey, America.  Sweet shorts.

Learning is for cool guys.

Steve Cirbus patiently gets a fake face.

It’s thumbs up as me, John Lee and Lyle look on.

Blue viola!

Testing out the fake face. 

Profile.

Now everyone can be a Sleeping Cirbus.

Remember:  if you ever do surgery where you remove your face off of your face, have somewhere to store the face until you put your face back on your face.

Nice shot of the fake secret government hospital lab.

“I’m gonna punch myself right in your face.”

John Lee gives instructions on placement of the fake face.

Meat face!

My meat face!

Ew!!!  I mean, cool!!!  I mean, ew!!!

There is no better, more enjoyable way to order people around then with a fake face on your face.

No big deal, just sitting around waiting to take off my meat face.

One meat face, coming up!  I mean, off.

Shaving cream helps remove the rest.

Mather Zickel, Steve Cirbus and I discuss what we like best about having a meat face.

And that’s a picture wrap on fake face.

We gave Jacob some subtle peach fuzz.  You know, because the rescue took place 18 months later and he was a little bit older. 

Steve Cirbus does not enjoy, and Eugene Mirman enjoys, a scene that was cut.

Hangin’ in the Rib Junxion government van. 

Mighty Headphone Joe Jon tries to stay warm on a cold night of shooting. 

Eugene Mirman is a terrible dancer on a floor, but an amazing dancer on a table.