The little smelly kid that nobody loved, Chris Bryson.As the drummer for our band he's entitled to all the things that come with it, bad smells, sweat and the frequent need to stick his head in the toilet. One day while on msn Donald was trying to pick up little boys and Chris mentioned he was a drummer. Donald asked him to join and he said yes but didn't beleive they'd actually show up. He got the name Drums, because, of all things he was a drummer! This was also so we'd stop confusing the 2 Chris's. Chris is the kinda guy who likes to microwave his cat and get beat on by his sister. At our first show Chris was in tears due to the fact his mom was there, recording the whole thing. He struggled through it only screwing up when his mom flashed us. Chris sure has his share of enemies but at heart his a true ladies man (Although that's suprising considering his smell).