[ Welcome to My Buddy, My Buddy and Me, an advice show for the fantasy modern era! Three questionably qualified doofuses are sitting at a table onstage, ready to give out advice to anyone with a problem that needs solving: there's one fashionable-as-hell elf, one cheerful, burly dude with impressive sideburns, and one small nerdy boy who looks like he's seriously thinking about hiding under the table. Physically, the only things they have in common are the gleaming metal bracers that they wear on their forearms.

When they aren't dunking on each other or trying to answer questions from a bizarre website called Yippee! Answers (most of their answers come from Magnus and Taako, and are variations on "fight him!" or "steal his shoes!", although Angus chimes in every now and then with relatively sensible advice), they're taking questions from the audience! Angus shuffles the papers in front of him and leans towards the mic. ]

Uh... I guess we're taking audience questions now? It says here that the only rules are, um... 'keep it short', and... 'no bummers.' Taako, sir, did you write this?