Meanwhile, back on the sound stage, Seed is arguing with screenwriters Leej and Neil (not Neal) over just where the fockin' road is supposed to go--seed wants to change it from "...to Toronto," his choice of roadie having entered a nunnery to escape him. Spaw had something to complain about, as well, but is too busy picking the fleas of a thousand camels from his beard and feeding them to Cleigh, who--unfortunately lacking either teeth or a gastrointestinal system--is passing them still living, and they, of course, make a bee-line (or rather a flea-hop) back to Spaw, choosing his armpits on second go around.

--seed