Cut to Jack and Jen in their next class. She mutters out of the corner of her mouth that Grams is probably in this class, too. Jack doesn't think that "the History of Pop Culture" is "Grams's speed." Jen is yammering something when the professor takes the lectern and she and Jack both drop their jaws. Because he's pretty hot, in a Super Hard Body Soap Opera Star kind of way. Which is, um, fine with me. "Oh, he's beautiful," Jen sighs. "Yeah, what you said," Jack says. Ah, good times. I had a super hot professor once -- and when I say "super hot," I really mean "super hot." And young! When he came into class, I thought he was the TA. And brilliant. And, apparently, a scuzzbucket, because the next quarter he was fired for sleeping with a multitude of co-eds in his office. Classy, no? Anyway. Where was I? Super Hot Professor. Drooling Jack and Jen. "Do you think he's gay?" Jen whispers. Because she does. Jacks sniffs that his gaydar bites. No kidding. People in the space station could tell that Ambiguously Gay Eric wasn't so Ambiguous before Jack did. "How much do you want to bet?" Jen asks "How about one million dollars?" Jack asks, doing the Dr. Evil Pinky Finger, but not the voice. "You're on," Jen says. Meanwhile, Prof. Hottie is yammering on about how he's just like them: "a pop culture junkie." Prof. Hottie explains to the class that his wife thinks he watches too much television. Jack gives Jen a significant look. "How do you want it?" she asks. "Hundreds," Jack says. "I'm all about the benjamins, baby." Hee. I forgot how much I enjoy non-angsty Jack.