Jack jets back to New York and Lemon's apartment. "It was the cheese curls," is the first thing she says when she opens the door to find him. It was Sabor de Soledad that caused all of the false positives on Lemon's pregnancy tests. But the whole experience taught her something valuable. She's ready for a child. "I want to adopt." Jack stands up. "Then Lemon, I want to assist you." Not like that, he then goes on to clarify.

Three months later. The Pentagon. Jack breaks it to the military brass that the Gay Bomb experiment was a failure. The chemical dissipates harmlessly in open tactical environments therefore only is effective in closed quarter and unventilated spaces. Spaces such as the tightly secure meeting room they all presently sit in. Cooter remarks "Ooh pens," but when he goes to reach for one, you guessed it, he knocks over the Gay Bomb compound on the table. "Let's do this," says Jack. Across the table a guy who looks remarkably like Dick Cheney strokes the hair of General Petraeus as he's getting a neck rub from behind. Outside that highly secure room Frank walks into Tracy's dressing room with the video game in his hand and a full beard. He thinks he's been playing it for a few hours. "Frank you've been in your office for three months," informs Tracy. "Yes, I'm going to be a billionaire!" Meanwhile in a hotel room in Beijing, China Kenneth lays comfortably in his bathrobe on a bed with a very beautiful Chinese woman. She speaks to him in Chinese (no subtitles) and Kenneth responds in an alarming fashion. The door bursts open and a man holding a gun aims it at him. Roll credits. What the hell just happened?

Jokes folks:

My Favorite Song by The Smiths? Hand in Glove Why?
Jack: "Lemon I have to go. It's time for my freedom search."

Donny's Summer Vacation
"Beautiful breezy Beijing."

Touch. Feel. Lose
Tracy: "These avatars need to be able to do anything to each other."
Jenna: "Touch my cheek. Touch my butt. Touch my knees-butt. Touch my feet with your knees."