Cut to Sue's office, and this is just beyond ridiculous, even for this show. Seems Sue's now determined to propagate her particular variation of the species, and to that end, she'd visited Lima's friendly neighborhood sperm bank that very morning, only to find herself less than impressed by the quality of the gentlemen lined up to make their daily donations. So, she quite naturally decided to recruit a sire from within McKinley High itself, and she even offers Will -- her avowed nemesis, mind you -- a plastic cup so he might provide her with "a few ounces" of his "baby gravy." I'd start ranting about how stupid this all is, I'm sure, but I'm not yet convinced this will develop into an actual ongoing story arc for Sue, so I think I'll forgo the aneurysm this evening while reserving the right to scream about all of this at some later date. Anyway, the point of this scene -- once these two finally reach it, of course -- is that Sue is also up for Mrs. Hagberg's magically transferable tenure, and once we finally hear about that, Her Majesty sashays in from the hall to announce that Coach Sylvester's presence has been requested in The Lair Of The Maharishi.
"Complaints?!" Sue shrieks the minute we join her in Figgins's office. "Who's complaining about my teaching style?" Alas, The Maharishi is not at liberty to divulge that information, but he does note that, combined with The Cheerios' poor showing at Nationals last year, these anonymous complaints mean Sue can no longer assume Mrs. Hagberg's magically transferable tenure is hers. The Maharishi also takes this opportunity to introduce Sue to "the talented and charming Olympian" NeNe Leakes, and thus begins the much-awaited showdown between Sue Sylvester and Roz Washington. Mz. Roz had stopped by with some "constructive criticism" regarding Sue's "lagging" cheerleading squad, which of course does not sit well with Sweet Sue. "Why should I listen to this woman give me notes about my Cheerios?" Sue glowers. "This school," Mz. Roz replies, rising regally to her full height, "got cheerleaders doing broke-ass moves from the 1950s." "Why don't you just admit that you're past your competitive edge?" Mz. Roz boldly continues, utterly impervious to Sweet Sue's withering glare. "And let this young, bronze medal winner add some ka-ronk to the badonkadonk?" The Maharishi is visibly aroused.