Andy Moffat and Shaggy get off the elevator and greet a fellow embryo lawyer: "Oh, Joe, buddy, what's up? We hear O'Donnell wants to see us." Joe tells them O'Donnell has a case for them, and they're thrilled. Joe tells them that the senior partners are pissed at O'Donnell for taking the case: "They think it's going to be a waste of time, money and manpower," Joe tells them, "so he's putting you guys on it." Ba-bum-bum. PlasticMan (they still haven't told us his real name, so he is everafter PlasticMan, Keeper of the Plastic Face) shows up, wearing an eminently casual chili-red button-down shirt. "O'Donnell wants to see me," he tells them smugly. "Us," Shaggy corrects him. Joe tells the trio he can't believe O'Donnell's still doing this. "I mean the way that pathetic, over-fed piece of lox takes advantage of you first-years," Joe waxes vitriolic, "exploiting your lowly position for his own selfish agenda --" "Piece of lox"? I like that. I'm going use that. Andy Moffat asks Joe how he can talk about their boss like that. "Well, he pays me to," Joe explains. "He pays me to berate him. He pays me to remind him what an immoral excuse for men's genitalia he really is." "Okay," Andy Moffat says, waggling a finger, "that is sick!" What's so sick about it? Letting loose all your ire on your boss sounds pretty healthy to me. In fact -- Sars? Uh, nothing. Anyway, Joe shoots back that he'd do it for free.