Out on the lot, Schmarce runs into Dave and asks him when he's going to take her for a ride in his new car. Dave whines that he hopes she's not going to give him crap about the car too. Man, Dave is just bitching and moaning his way through this entire episode. If he keeps this up, I'm going to have to start referring to him as "Bitch-Boy," a name I usually reserve for Sandman when he's in one of his PMS moods. Don't be fooled, people; guys get PMS too. And it ain't pretty. Schmarce tells Dave that she thinks it's great that Hunter gave him the car. "I mean, at first when she read me the letter, I thought she was going to break your heart but, she seems to really care about you," says Schmarce. Dave stops cold. "What letter?" he asks, squinting. "You know," says Schmarce. "The one you wrote on her computer." She repeats the contents of the letter that Dave stupidly left on Hunter's computer. As she's talking, it dawns on her that Dave doesn't look so hot and she asks him if he's okay. And Dave turns to Marcy and says, "Sure. I'm okay. I'm perfectly okay for someone who's sleeping with an utter bitch just because I was too damn stupid to use a pen and a piece of paper and then, you know, HIDE THE NOTE SOMEWHERE SAFE, or, better yet, JUST ASK YOU OUT, WHICH IS ALL I'VE EVER WANTED TO DO BECAUSE I LOVE AND ADORE YOU." Okay, so he doesn't say that. He just stalks off, leaving Schmarce to wonder what's up with him. Whatever.
Meanwhile, back in Bowel City, Kevin's finishing up dropping falafel bombs into Rob's toilet. They actually SHOW Kevin getting OFF THE TOILET and PULLING UP HIS PANTS. He goes to flush and nothing happens. I mean, there's noise and flushing going on, but we're to assume that, because Kevin starts hurriedly pushing the handle, his little "package" is having difficulty disappearing into the California sewage system. Then, THEN, we get POO'S POINT OF VIEW. From deep within the toilet bowl, the poo looks up at Kevin, and Kevin looks down at the poo in panic. Okay, I'm a huge fan of scatological humor. Hank4 and I have farting contests on a regular basis. I usually lose because Hank4's ass is louder than a Lear jet, but we still giggle uncontrollably as we try to out-do each other with our butts. However, this whole "POO VIEW" thing is really, REALLY grossing me out right now. I mean, I laughed during Dumb and Dumber when Jeff Daniels was having his colon explosion on the toilet, I really did. But for some reason, Kev and his falafel fiasco is giving me the willies.