Burn Censer, Page 35.

The five remaining 'performers' are a bunch of hissing Styrofoam meerkats desperately clawing over each other, craning their necks to suckle from the withered tit of fame; whining, mewling, preening, bitching -- they couldn't be more dislikable if they strode around in Nazi regalia firing nailguns at ponies.