Meanwhile, in another bed, elsewhere, Milton is getting lucky with My-Fair-Lita. But he gazes up at the ceiling, perturbed, worried, anxious, and concerned. Oh, what shall he do?
Commercials. That commercial where the guy's neighbor starts stripping for him, but then closes the shades when she sees his torso, is so ridiculous. That's not going to get me to join a gym, because like that would ever happen. She'd never close the shades when she saw my torso.
Back to the show. Milton comes into the office, where The Exposition Fairy stands ready with a malevolent glare. "Do you know what he wants to see me about?" She says, "Gee. I wonder." But she, like, so doesn't need to wonder, because she so, like, totally knows. Milton steels himself, and walks into Steven's office.
"Milton. Sit." He does. There's a lengthy silence while Steven works with some papers on his desk and Milton fidgets. At last: "There's a lot of talk going on about the latest website, Milton." Shrugging and grinning a little too forcefully, Milton says, "Well, you told me to ignore it, and that's what I'm trying to do." He sniffs. "Is that all?" says Steven. "Steven? What are you saying? You think that cartoon is true?" Steven says, "I'm asking?" Milton gets a tad shrill and chirps, "Well, it isn't. God. It isn't!" He is not convincing at all. Also, someone has branded "sleeping with Lisa Greer" on his forehead. Steven tells him he can go.
"Are you on drugs?" Now we're out in the hallway, where Coach Kevin, basking in a plot arc of his own, is pitching an idea to The Blob that's, golly gee, just crazy enough to work. "You want me to wrestle?" Kevin says, "You obviously know how." The Blob is incredulous. "On the boys' team?" Kevin scoffs, "I don't think of it as the boys' team. It's just a team. I've got nobody in my heavyweight class. I mean, nobody as good as I think you might be." She seems to take offense to the term "heavyweight" and starts to walk away. He follows.
"Christine, listen." But she says, "Imagine what they'll be saying when I start wrestling in the heavyweight division." He makes the salient point that "right now they call you The Blob. What else can they say? I doubt anyone will be fearless enough to utter Titanic, and if you start winning matches? I don't think they'll be calling you The Blob for very much longer either." Blah blah blah convincing-cakes.
Teacher's lounge. Harvey sips from the Coffee Cup of Affliction. Lauren enters. "I have nothing to say to you," he says to her. She says, "Okay. I just…um…look, I will try to extend the hearing. Assuming Steven is willing. You might want to bring a union rep this time. I'll let you know." He doesn't respond. She walks out to the synth-strings of betrayal. Marla Hendricks, who's in the room too, it seems, looks at Harvey, and watches Lauren go.