We were driving out of a horribly-priced parking lot one day. The Lakers were at the end of their playoff run right then, playing at home, and the Staples Center is a stone's throw from E3. More proof that they need to be wiped off the Earth, but I digress.

Anyhow, we're leaving the lot, and this guy is standing there, with a gas mask pushed up on his forehead, sees us looking at him, and goes "...SARS, man.", in quite the Southern twang. It was just one of the most stunning moments of my life that I would spill blood to not relive.

In a side note, there were two or three other people in the convention halls with the SARS surgical masks on. Alas, no scary faces painted on them.

Mike Twomey - Artist

Matt Schraeder - Inker/Photoshopper