Once upon a time in the not-so-distant future, people had to wait on line for gas. Because in 2019, Jimmy Carter has been re-elected president. Unfortunately, all those years with Habitat for Humanity have not helped him with a national housing policy, because it looks like the set was built by "The Borrowers." Anyway. Sketchy and Max are waiting on line for gas. And as Sketch's pasty face and greasy hair appear on the screen, I realize that I haven't seen him in a while. And for this I would like to thank the writers. Thank you, writers, for heeding my hand-wringing and tear-filled pleas, and for noting my prayers made prostrate before the television. Thank you, writers, for doing away, however temporarily, with the Jam Pony subplots. So, for now, in gratitude, I will dutifully transcribe the idiocy gushing out of Sketchy's mush mouth.

As noted above, Max and Sketch are standing on line waiting for gas. Sketch opines that they're going to run out of gas before he gets there. He sighs and mentions that he really needs new shoes. Max rolls her eyes and points out that the line is for, you know, gas, not shoes. Sketchy says he realizes that, but some guy promised him a pair of bike tires if he scored a couple of gallons of gas. Max looks confused. Or constipated. Or, uh, something. And says that she thought Sketchy needed shoes, not bike tires. Sketchy agrees that he doesn't need bike tires, but Herbal does. Max says, oh, and Herbal has shoes? Oh, no, Sketchy says, that would make this conversation relatively short and not nearly painful enough to suffice as penance for the uppity girl who recaps the show. So Herbal doesn't actually need tires; he needs a waffle iron for his lady. Original Cindy needs tires. Ah, so OC has a waffle iron? No, Normal has a waffle iron. Which he's going to swap with OC for some lingerie. Then OC will trade the waffle iron with Herbal for the tires. And then through these machinations somehow Sketchy is getting his shoes. But, I must say, I listened to this damn conversation twice and I still have no idea how shoes play into it. Who has the shoes? Where does…oh, forget it. Why do I do this to myself? It's just not worth the synapse use. So Max mulls these systemics over, then looks up with eyebrows akimbo indicating confusion and asks, what does Normal want with lingerie? Sketch shakes his head and says that he is a businessman, he doesn't ask questions. The truck that he and Max are sitting on drives off, and Sketch sighs wistfully and asks the universe at large, don't you just wish you could get away for a few days? It's called Calgon, Sketch. And it's got to be just as easy to get as new shoes. And, really, just between us, you could use the bath. It looks like the Exxon Valdez crashed and washed up on your hairline. Max, who is busy gloating that she's getting out of town for a few days, won't tell you, but I will. Take a bath, Sketch.