[Jamie lets himself slide sideways a little, leaning against the wing-y bit of the chair he's in.] Yeah, I've been hearing that a lot. Everyone else I've talked to about this is just, like...going nuts. Them or their bandmates. I think somebody's gonna set something on fire before too much longer. That's the kinda thing that happens when people start getting crazy, right?

[He looks suddenly concerned, his eyes unfocusing a little.] What if that was management's goal all along? They want to see us go nuts and destroy ourselves? Like some kind of really fucked-up performance piece. Or sacrifices to the god of chaos. [Where is he even getting some of these ideas.]