Quick to the point, to the point no Fakin'

Rumblings in the Sleepeater camp. Studio time breeds greed, hate, evil, and back-stabbing of a ferocious nature. There is trouble afoot. Power struggles and ego clashes. Preproduction panic is a particular pattern of pettiness, posturing, and positivity. Quite quaint, really. Really sucks to undermine valuable, wonderful xylophone yelping zebras.