Rob, exceedingly irritated, informs Spazzy McSchmarcy that the Dustin thing is only for a week. "You kiss Dustin, feel guilty, tell Brad and he realizes he hasn't been spending enough time with you," Rob says, prompting me to turn to Hank4 and ask, "Is that how it works? If I went off and kissed some hot dude, would you realize how much you don't appreciate me and that you need to spend more time with me, preferably naked while fanning me with palm fronds?" Hank4 just blinks and asks me to pass the Cheetos. Turd.
Schmarce, however, falls for this lame fantasy of a script idea and offers to read at the auditions so they make sure they'll get someone sexy. Rob assures her that he knows what he's doing and besides, "This is the WB. Everyone is sexy." Except for every single character on 7th Heaven. Oh, and Dawson's Forehead. I mean, Dawson's Creek. The only character worth licking is Katie Holmes, and even then, only when the light hits her correctly.
Meanwhile, over at Dickless's trailer...the man himself is tooling around on the replacement for rollerblades in the ever-populated sidewalk annoyance department -- the tin scooter. Dave exits the trailer and asks Dickless if he can wear the tank top he's already wearing to his audition. (How rude -- how about you ASK before you BORROW, Dave? Reminds me of my post-college roommates. "Can I borrow this $450 cashmere DKNY sweater?" "You mean the one you've already spritzed your disgusting cheap-ass Jean Naté all over? Sure. I'll just burn it over a ritualistic cleansing fire after you return it. No problem. Ho-bag.") Dickless tells him he can borrow it and then asks him what audition he's going to. Dave tells him it's for the role of Dustin, Kim's would-be liaison. Way to work the company cogs, Davey.