Inside J&R, Pres. Tomarchio greets Gray, and sincere-faces to Eric that he's sorry about Mayor Dad: "Your father sounded like a wonderful man. Wish I could've known him." No, you don't. If Mayor Dad knew you, he'd be taking your usurping butt out to the woodshed. Tomarchio steps back and spins a song about how humbled he is in the face of all the sacrifices Jericho made and all the suffering they've been through. "I think the country needs to hear this story," Tomarchio slavers. He turns to Gray as if he just had The Best Idea, and asks if he would consider representing the area at the upcoming Constitutional Convention. "Constitutional Convention"? Ruh-roh! For once, Eric doesn't act as stupid as usual, and immediately questions, "Constitutional Convention?" As Gray's jaw hangs open, causing him to lose IQ points every time he exhales, Tomarchio says, "We have the opportunity to write the next chapter in American history." Didn't they already do that in A New America: An Apprehensive History? Tomarchio goes on: "The triumph of democracy over the forces of evil. Think about it -- we'll need good men like you guys to help keep this country strong." Gray finally pulls himself away from daydreaming about becoming governor of Kansas to stammer out his thanks. However, before Gray has finished licking the Usurper President's boots, the Secret Service runs in, yelling, "Crash Condor!" There's lots of hustle and bustle as the SS swarms on the President and takes him into the depths of J&R. God, that must be a horrible place to work. The gray-blue light from the exposed cinder blocks is so cold and dismal. It's like Joe's office in the testicular prosthesis factory.

In the Situation-mobile, one of the SS gets word that the Usurper President is secure, but he keeps his nose glued to the Plexiglas board so he doesn't see Hawkins sneaking in and silently taking out his co-SS. Just as silently, Hawkins then moves with deadly intent to the Plexiglas board. He pauses briefly to allow the scary music to ramp up to 11, curls his lip back, and moves in, sharklike, for the kill.

Trapped in Beck's outer office during the crash, Darcy fidgets and finally slips the purloined walkie-talkie into her purse. She tries to walk out casually, but Beck comes after her and explains that during a crash, no one can leave. The SS at the door eyes her. Darcy gets nervous.

Back in the Situation-mobile, both SS are on the ground, and Hawkins is deep into computer downloads.