That's me, fomenting a socialist coup of the capitalist running do... er.... cats- yes, capitalist running cats. Or perhaps just contemplating the next opportunity I'll have to shoot down my trusty wingman BG (he's trusty, I'm not).
That's me, having renounced my wayward youth and settled down to a kindler, gentler family life... or maybe it's a meeting of the mini-politburo in a smoky cafe somewhere in Central Europe; it's hard to tell. The kid might just be an elaborate cover.
PS- Waldo, I would not recommend you wear that pink mini-skirt in future... it just doesn't work for you.