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Now I know for a fact that two noteworthy things happened in this hour. First, a dance party. One that started off nice, got real happy, then super happy, and all of a sudden it took a twisted violent 180 and became really super horribly ugly. And violent, too! My back was on the receiving end of some of this, but I guess Preston threw a cup of liquid onto Bam, all in good fun, of course, but then Bam flipped the fuck out and tossed a good deal more on Preston—and everything else around him—with a few punches for good measure. Turns out, Preston had accidentally grabbed Zach Galifianakis’s chew spit leavings off the desk and the crap got in Bam’s eyes and burned like bloody hell. So Bam went off and locked himself in a room while Knoxville sat down with Dave England to play a little tonsil-hockey. No, not with each other. One of our techies rigged up—correction, make that “jimmy-rigged” a lipstick camera with a penlight, plastic baggy, and rubber bands so Dave could shove it down his throat for an extreme firsthand perspective of his uvula and emerging bile of fury. Can this be over already? Please? Baby’s tired and wants to go home.

(Photo: Sean Cliver)