Ritzteukolskyandruben Please Hold. Fiesty Flo relates her tale of woe over a couple of mugs of steamy Joe. If I keep rhyming, it's going to blow, so why don't I simply recap the show? Seems Lecherous Ed grabbed her ass and threatened to fire her if she told anyone. Now he's demanded that she meet with him in private to discuss her future with the firm, and Flo's worried. What if he makes another pass? If she slaps him away again, will she lose her job? Raige promises to accompany Flo to the meeting the following morning, then mutters, "How could I forget this?" The answer's roaring past your office windows, Raige. Yes, Tiny Gay Chris's dragon flaps by as the two women obliviously babble away at each other. A gawky sort in a suit, however, does manage to spot the prehistoric bird before it disappears around the building's corner. Thus distracted, he bumps into Raige, spattering coffee down the front of her flimsy white blouse. Noting the strange, unsettled expression on the gawk's face, Raige asks him what gives. He stutters and stammers and eventually directs her attention to the fire-breathing dinosaur winging its way past the Transamerica Pyramid. "Oh, [fuck]," mutters Raige.