The guy (and I use that term very loosely) on the left is either:
a. flailing his arms in agony as he's about to violently foul his Spandex (hence the balooning solar plexus); or
b. is an SF MO conducting covert expedient medicals in the field and is giving the hand signal for the machine-gunnner to cough!
It's all a little too "Blue Oyster Club" pour moi!





