Hungover and dazed, Jane, Hotty and Ameritrash stumble into a storefront that is the Mulravian embassy. It's a largish open office space with an oriental rug and some boxes and furniture. Exposed brick walls, painted cream, nice light...can you tell I just bought a house and am obsessed with such details? Well, I did and I am. Ameritrash tells Hotty to say he's the prince and see the drone, behind the desk eating soup, jump. The desk drone, in a sweater vest and with a hairstyle straight from Harold of Harold and Maude, comments that he heard the prince was in town. Not exactly a bow-and-scrape routine. Scotty fumbles; then the Drone comes out from behind the desk and asks if the four-star hotel became wearisome, or was it the "boom-boom-boom that came from [his] room," with a nod at Jane. Heh. That was the worst dance song ever. But I like lyrics with "boom" in them. You know, "Boom I got your boyfriend!" That's a good one. Anyway. Scotty asks to be shown his quarters, Drone uses the Japanese pronunciation of "futon," and Jane goes off to sleep. Don't wake up until the end of the hour, my dear. You've got nothing going on this episode.
Yawn and Katie walk the streets of, oh, DC, wink wink, as Johnson dogs Yawn, swearing that Katie is about to do something spy-like or assassin-y any minute now. Sure enough, she gets a page, goes to a pay phone, and Johnson calls it "a classic misdirect." Yawn says he's just jealous because he's dead and Yawn gets to bone her, "like [he] did last night. Twice." Johnson says he wouldn't count the second one. I won't count the second barf and we'll call it even.
Hotty staggers around the "embassy," saying he's feeling "not too princely" at present, and asks for aspirin or coffee or soda. Drone provides a little expository freak-out for us, saying, "This embassy is as barren as the backwater country it represents!" Hey, that rug looks pretty nice from here. And the exposed brick and the light? Not bad at all. But hey, you're the one from the fictitious country, Drone, you'd know from backwater. He packs and says that "of course [he's] dismissed. [His] poor and starving family will be happy to see [him]." Then he yells at Scotty, saying the royal family screwed the people, "gorging" themselves while the people have no infrastructure or plumbing or roads. Scotty and Ameritrash are agog. Drone rails on: the rich eat "oyster" while the people eat "crust." Hey, they're so poor they can't afford plural nouns! Apparently the notion of an imbalance of power and a corrupt government/ruling system are new to Hotty and Ameritrash. Hey, guys? It's called a newspaper. Pick one up. Hotty sits down and says to Ameritrash that maybe he was so obsessed with "clubbing and Prada shoe-boots" that it could be possible that he's a "Euro-trash dick?" Possible, yes. Drone heads for the door but then comes back, and Hotty asks what he would do to make things better. Overhaul the government, says the Drone. And he has a plan! Ameritrash is none too pleased, but hey, he's dead.