Eli, Morty, Steve, and Wuggles are sitting at the conference table.
E: I’m thinking musical …
E: With live musicians …
E: With a youth ensemble.
S: Why do you hate us?
W: (smugly) Heh. Heh. Heh. None of that stuff changes anything for me.
Steve with the death glare at Wuggles. Grrrrr.