Minutes later, Hunter's at the helm of the pinball machine, kicking ass and taking names. As Barracuda racks up the points, Clueless exclaims, "Damn, Hunter! How'd you get so good?" Simple. "My mom's a drunk. I spent a lot of time in bars growing up," she explains. "Is your Hummer a stick shift?" she asks, hitting an all-time high on the scoreboard. Johnny glares at her, wondering if he took her out back and kicked the shit out of her, anyone would notice or even care.

In Rob's office, he's on the phone with a network exec. "So that's it? Two million people want to kill her? Well, why can't one of them give her the news? Man...I hate doing stuff like this." Just then, Schmarce knocks on the door, causing Rob to hide under his desk like the sub-strata fish bait that he is.

On a bench somewhere, Dave's reviving himself with a "Kill Kim/Save Kim" Subway® sandwich and refreshing liquid beverage as Schmarce approaches. Her appearance prompts him to shove the incriminating nourishment from her site. He needn't have worried. Schmarce's burnt-orange rape-victim top, complete with erect nipples, draws so much focus that no one would notice the damn 900 number wrappers, even if they were pinned to the ass of a bull elephant. Schmarce is distressed. "Dave?" she says, nipples blaring. "Am I just being paranoid? I've left ten messages for Rob and he hasn't called me back. I think he's avoiding me. Maybe Sam Rubin was right." That's it! Sam Rubin! Okay. Um. I guess I could go back and change it but...well...it's kinda funny the way it is so...I'm just gonna leave it. Dave tells her that he has a feeling she's getting more calls than she thinks she is. Why is that, Dave? Oh, that's right. Your twenty minutes spent in Rob's office with his speed dial. Yeah. That's gonna make a difference, dude. Nice try, though. I seriously doubt Hank4 would make 900 calls on my behalf. He'd make them on HIS behalf, but only if they involved live girl-on-girl action. "Plus," says Dave, picking the last little bits of his less-than-six-grams-of-fat Subway® sandwich out of his molars, "if there was a death scene, Kevin would have had to copy it and I'd have known."