It could be the fact that there were no scenes at the end of the episode -- signifying that my torture might end soon -- but I didn't hate it. In fact, to commend Andy Moffat for his non-sucking acting, I will start calling him by his character name: Warren. Plus, I can have loads more fun with that name. Warren receives a service award from GAYLA at a Gala. But will Patty Duke show up to watch her son's shining glory? I tell you, my nails are bitten to the quick because of the nerve-wracking anticipation. What do men made of plastic use for protection? Ask Anna because she overcame her initial chastity and jumped into bed with PlasticMan. In other sexual news, Riley and Shaggy work on a case together that gets them hot, and O'Donnell disrobes everyday in front of his morning meeting. Oh, I almost forgot! It turns out that Anna is a good lawyer and a good person, because the PlasticMan tells me so.
Usually, I'm so lazy and can't face rewatching hours and hours of this tripe after a hard day's work in one of AOL-Time Warner's dancing puppet coal mines, but I'm actually going away this weekend for once, so I'm on a collision course to get this thing finished before Friday. I'm giving fair warning that things could get a little weird in here.
You know, after watching it in Scotland in January, I was so very excited for The Weakest Link to lap at our shores, but now I'm just so sick of it I probably won't even watch it in April.
Excessive panting. Can't Shaggy and Riley ever give it a rest? Suddenly, inciting even greater stomach turning, PlasticMan and Anna pop up to the surface for air. "Sorry about your chair," Anna gasps. "Oh, I'll just buy a new one," PlasticMan pants back. Anna asks him to get a softer rug as well because she's "chafed." You know, even saying she got rug burn would be more palatable than saying she got "chafed." Lots more slobbering, panting, and saying "amazing," and is that her shoe he has clutched in his hand? You know what, I don't even want to know. Anna, the vain coquette, asks which part was amazing. "Right now?" PlasticMan asks. "Your ass hanging down to your toenails." I hit rewind and find he says "[her] breath on [his] earlobes." Funny how I choose not to remember it that way. PlasticMan says, "It's so nice being with you," in Aw-I-Want-To-Cuddle-Now tones. Anna agrees and then jumps up, saying she has to go. As she throws on clothes, PlasticMan (figuratively) scratches his big plastic head. Anna tells him that since they agreed to take things slow, her staying over would be the opposite of that. PlasticMan still holds a shoe of hers in one hand -- and now he's got a pair of hot pink lace peen-tees in the other -- as Anna explains that The Sex was good stress relief, but sleeping over "defines a relationship." Suddenly panting again, she throws an arm on his shoulder (ew, he's all slicky and nasty with sweat, and I'll bet that suit jacket is "dry clean only"!) and kisses him goodbye. PlasticMan mmmm-smoooches her back and says, "You know, dating you is like dating a guy." Anna corrects him, saying that they're having sex, not dating, and suddenly I see how stringed-out and sweat-sodden her hair is. PlasticMan has a 45 watt-er: "Oh, oh, here's a thought, if we keep fooling around until we have to go to work, technically, you wouldn't be sleeping over, right?" Anna ponders this as they gasp and dab at each other some more. "You up for it?" he asks. Anna guffaws and says she doesn't think that's the question. Then they laugh together, and Anna's open mouth threatens to engulf PlasticMan's cranium. PlasticMan gets up, saying he needs some Gatorade , so I guess they're going for it. He half-stumbles, half-limps to the door (did anyone wonder if there was any nylon-around-the-knees going on because of his difficulty in walking? Okay, maybe I'm the perv) and opens it to Shaggy's (enraged? confused?) face. "What's the look?" PlasticMan asks. As if answering the door stark-staring-nekkid wasn't look-worthy enough. PlasticMan looks down in that direction and -- aww, man, Shaggy looks down there too! "Total awe," Shaggy says.
Joe and O'Donnell step off the elevator. O'Donnell is berating his lackey: "Joe, I told you to bring my Jhane Barnes pants and my Tencel shirt, come on, man!" Joe snaps back, saying, "It was dark! You know, maybe if you had gone home last night after the fundraiser instead of opting for a night of meaningless sex with an anorexic syphilitic bimbo, you could've picked out your own wardrobe!" O'Donnell makes sure to deliver the following line just as he walks into his morning meeting with his first-year minions: "Then nobody would know I slept with a supermodel, Joe! Good morning, minions!" Okay, shout-out from the top of Krakatoa if I've ever heard one -- he's never referred to them as "minions" before! The Senior Asso who gave Riley the prison-mom/adoption case in the pilot offers O'Donnell a prune danish or coffee and calls O'Donnell "Mr. O," which is weird, because if they're not the same age, Senior Asso is older, and also because Senior Ass called him "Sam" in the last ep. O'Donnell tells him he can stop slobbering all over his ass and asks for the case files. Senior Asso slides a huge mess of files down to O'Donnell, who snatches the first one and reads, "First up, Gooding v. Elation Motorcycle. Miles, you're riding shotgun with Bruce. Product liability. Our client, Mr. Gooding, is pissing into a baggie after losing control of his Elation 2000 and plowing into a city bus. You're in court in exactly three days. Product liability." Joe starts to help O'Donnell out of his black-tie attire. "In court?" PlasticMan repeats, throwing a look to Anna, who looks jealous. As Joe reaches around O'Donnell's chest with a shirt, O'Donnell tells PlasticMan his job is to "look lawyerly" because he has to show "strength in numbers" and "have a warm body." Just in case PlasticMan felt flattered at all after that speech, O'Donnell concludes with, "I only gave it to you because of your haircut."