Luke finds Friedman playing at the arcade, and greets him warmly: "Friedman, hey! Where's Brittany?" Friedman: "Day off. Glynis?" Luke: "Same." He proceeds to cheer and praise Friedman's playing. Luke glances up at the high scores list and notices "The Friedman" is listed at the top, with 1,470,263,520 points. "The Friedman"? Le whatever. There's also a Polaroid next to his name of him brandishing the little gun thingamajig you play the game with. Luke: "Dude, Friedman, you're famous!" The Friedman mutters he's been playing a lot. Luke: "Brittany likes House of the Dead?" The Friedman claims she's a big fan. Luke: "Cool." The Friedman caves, and confesses he made up the whole Brittany thing. Luke asks why. The Friedman stops playing and says, "You and Glynis, man. You're always locking lips and smiling. I was like this extra atom of hydrogen watching a water molecule form…so I created my own compound." Hee. Luke: "What about the bra strap thing?" Friedman smiles: "I do have a natural gift. My mom has a sewing mannequin in the basement, so…I practice on it with her bras. The internet only goes so far." Frink has been smirking throughout this scene, not least because he predicted way back at the beginning of the show that The Friedman had been practicing on a mannequin. Luke's horrified: "You -- you used your…mom's bras?" The Friedman: "I'm Jewish, dude. 'Neurotic' really is part of the deal." Luke can't fathom this. The Friedman apologizes for lying; he says he really missed hanging out. "Battling zombies by yourself can be pathetic." More pathetic than using your mother's bras and sewing mannequin to play "Arthur Fonzarelli"?