Weiter, weiter ins Verderben...

Very well observed dear Anon, because I think Richard really is the definition of "I pretend I don't see it 😒 but sometimes I'm looking 👀". It's remarkable how he still is able to concentrate while Till does his shenanigans around him, I mean come on, let your guitarist do his work:

(Till's mating dance I guess)

He's so unbothered and most likely not even remotely startled anymore after 30 years on stage with this dork, sometimes I imagine he just zones out and goes to his inner happy place (idk, his record studio, roof top, nail salon, just everything to blank out Till).

Sometimes Till gets Richard to interact, either with a smile:

or... demonstrations of his oral skills (???):

And on occasion Richard doesn't even have a choice, because he's quite literally manhandled on stage:

or chased around:

I FEEL PHYSICAL PAIN LOOKING AT THIS!!!

Hi 😌

Now that's a saucy and yet wonderful description of our sensual guitar god. I think another prayer circle is in order, all hail our deity of smut and lust ❤️‍🔥🙏🏻