In July, Southern California was stifling and humid, swarming with mosquitoes in the wilderness, which made filming with makeup a real torture.
Martin came prepared, having bought multiple three-piece sets before coming.
Next to the makeup trailer, Bruce slapped his face, smashing a mosquito to smithereens.
Martin leaned closer to him, with virtually no mosquitoes coming to bite him, "Old Cloth, with that stench of yours, the mosquitoes go only for you."
Bruce retaliated, "Your abnormal blood and flesh stink so much, even the mosquitoes refuse to bite."
Martin went back to grab his bag, pulled out a set of menthol oil, floral water, and cooling oil, and handed it to Old Cloth, "Rub the first one on your eyelids, drink half a bottle of the second, and apply the third to your privates. Not only will mosquitoes avoid you, but you'll also fly high."
"You sure?" Bruce opened the menthol oil, took a whiff, and felt something off.
