who: bag raiders.
sounds like : as if someone has just thrown a slice of pineapple at your face from a passing fruit cart.
why we love them: one member of the group used to be an elephant trainer. true story. he might even train us.
not out of place on : a cadillac car stereo as you drive along the palm tree ridden coast, into the encroaching dusk.
most likely to say: no, we are not cut copy. next.
something to ponder: will they serve pina coladas when we get there?