Gilles is the youngest of the band. Well, except in height... Still green behind the ears and almost hairless. Nevertheless, he handles his instrument well.

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His dream is to have the same big beard as Andy, but at this stage, he can only sport a tiny prepubescent goatee.

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He can swallow just about anything that comes his way, and in monstrous quantities... If it can be drunk, it can be mixed. And if it can be mixed, he must taste it. Preferably while giving the concoction a ridiculous name.