It all began on a bright summer's day. Four friends happy and carefree developed a taste for smoking. Time passed, and their 3 a day habit developed into 10, then 15, then... 20 cigarettes a day.

When one of the three experienced stomach pains, he longed for a draw of that nicotine goodness. Alas, the smoke only made it worse.

The second friend found it difficult to walk long distances, he had a sore back. All he wanted to do was sit down and take a long, deep inhale of the swirly mist. He too felt sick afterwards.

The third friend was an avid rock climber, having conquered many mountain ranges he considered to be, "like a kid's fairground", he liked nothing better than to climb Mt. Everest and smoke a Cuban cigar. Suddenly he felt dizzy, and his skin went on fire.

The fourth friend didn't originally smoke. He couldn't, as he was a panther. Prowling at night, he stumbled upon a tribe of voodoo witch doctors. They caged him, and started blowing 'magic' smoke into his face. The panther fell asleep. Next morning, when he woke up he was... human. A human with an insatiable taste for 'magic' smoke. Some locals on the street told him where he could acquire some 'magic' smoke. Happy as a tree on biscuits, he smoked all he could manage. Having wild images that he was now a scarecrow, he felt squeamish, and hunted down the locals, and bit their heads off with his panther, human like teeth. It took a while, but he managed it.

Having all gone through smoking displeasures, the four friends formed a band... Not just any band, though. This almighty band has a message. A message so important, it is now the band's name. A message that they will tell the world. A message so magnificent that millions upon millions of followers will join them and shout with gusto and pride...
"don't smoke when you're ill."