Rory is in some alterna-dude's dorm room getting her first demonstration of illegal file sharing. Of course she's never seen it done before. Why? Because it's Rory, and it's illegal. The only noteworthy thing about this scene is that the scurvy music pirate hates Chicago: "Use a trombone, go to jail." Hey, "Face the Face" by Pete Townshend rocked, and by the way he was totally cleared of those kiddie porn charges. Rory's mind, like mine, is clearly wandering during the interview, and she finally excuses herself to get a cup of coffee.
Hey, Rory, there's no coffee in the bathroom! Rory splashes water on her face and stands behind the door to dry off. As she's doing so, a gorilla in a red ball gown comes in. Now, that's weird. Is Angel back or something? Oh, wait, it's just a gorilla mask, which its wearer pulls off to reveal a drunk, blonde freshman. She touches up her lipstick, then turns to go, which is the first time she sees Rory. "Oops! Didn't see you there," the blonde ditzes, and, with a finger to her lips, stumbles outside. Rory, following her, gets outside in time to see her jump into a black Escalade, calling out the phrase "In omnia paratus," which is Latin for "Isn't it time for a commercial yet?" Rory watches the SUV drive off into the night.