Studio at 30 Rock. Reggie thanks Pete for taking a fall so he can look good in front of his kid. Pete says self-righteously that all that matters is that he's doing the right thing. He blissfully lets Reggie win the match, then we abruptly cut to Frank beating Pete at arm wrestling. He's wearing the same clothes he had on yesterday, and it appears Pete's reign as World Arm Wrestling Champion was all a figment of his own imagination. Pete goes back to being the schlub he always was. But is Reggie his very own Tyler Durden? Or just an asshole? Either way, the writers are getting lunch from Ikea. Mmmmm... Swedish meatballs and soft serve.

Lemon walks into her own apartment and marches up the stairs to her addition. She finds Tracy, who tries to cover by assuming a pose and yelling "Wax statue!" Kenneth thinks they've been thwarted, but Lemon sees through the charade. While they were Skyping, she recognized her college futon with "its trademark absence of sex stains." She can't believe Tracy has been hiding in her apartment for the last two weeks and calls it the stupidest idea he's ever had. He disagrees, saying it's his most clever because TGS is Lemon's life. Her apartment is the last place she would be. "Life lesson from unlikely source," he throws in her face, also noting that he'll waive the $60,000 in appearance fees. Lemon realizes that she has, indeed, returned to her place only to sleep, during which Tracy has whispered suggestions in her ear to buy every kind of mustard. Still, she hasn't gotten the right kind -- the red one that says "Ketchup" on the label. He stops short, saying, "I hear it now. That's on me."

Lemon asks what's wrong with Tracy that he's afraid to come back to the show. Kenneth asks, "Did you also spill ice cream on your mom's boyfriend's record player?" Tracy says that he wanted the next level, but now the pressure of expectations was too great. Lemon tells him he can get rid of the pressure by returning to his old ways. If he just acts like the malfunctioning member of society he once was, he can enjoy his old life again. With this anti-pep talk, Tracy is ready to break out some serious antics. He takes off his shirt and knocks over a lamp as he walks out, looking back with a knowing grin. Kenneth wishes him well: "Godspeed, Mr. Jordan!"