SOUTH BAY SOCIAL SERVICES. Rose wiggles her ass around in the copier room while futzing with the paper tray. The Smug Bastard enters from behind (not like that. Ew) to leer, "Nothing like a copy room with a view." Aw. He's so two-dimensional and irritating. I hope he gets to stay. Not. Billy the Egregiously Acned enters. "Hey, Clearasil. What's popping?" the Bastard jerks before leaving with a fresh cup of coffee. Like this guy's behavior in a social services setting -- or any office setting, for that matter -- would not have become one great big actionable offense and they wouldn't have fired his ass by now. Then again, Rose does absolutely nothing but bitch at her boss, blow application deadlines for clients, and bail in the middle of the day to run personal errands, and she still has her job. Why do I get the sneaking suspicion the writers favor Gee Duh's proposed Federal "faith-based" aid initiative? And do not even bother with the snippy e-mail, Ari. This is still a free country. I'm just glad your dimwit of a boss has all of Daddy's friends from the 1980s around to help him muddle through the current crisis. Anyway, Billy the Acned looks a little upset. Rose commiserates, "He's a jerk to everybody." "I know," Billy adenoids. "That's why his mail gets lost. Frequently." The two snorf over that before Rose asks if the Xerox is on the fritz. "I keep trying to copy, but it keeps coming out blank." We discover why almost immediately. She's trying to photocopy the BoS, and the BoS does not take kindly to such actions. Billy doofily offers to copy the Book for her in a way that screams "unrequited crush." Rose thanks him, telling him he's "sweet." He snorts forlornly through his nose and slumps over to the coffee machine. Rose, taking pity upon the Egregiously Acned, flips through the Book for the following "Vanishing Spell":