...and marches out to see the boys on a cloud of righteousness. She pulls Joey into her office, to Stan's palpable chagrin, and once inside, Joey tells Peggy he's sorry. Peggy gives him a chance to mean it as she tells him to repeat the apology to Joan, but Joey isn't so jazzed about the idea of Joan knowing for sure that he was the culprit, and after he unsuccessfully tries to sell the drawing as funny, he sighs that this is why he doesn't like working with women -- "You have no sense of humor." This statement being a thorn in capable women's sides for generations, it's no surprise that this is the last straw -- Peggy tells him he's fired, and sticks to her guns even when he belatedly offers to go apologize. It takes a few more tries for it to sink in, but when Joey finally gets it, he gives her a sardonic sneer and says he was wrong about her before dumping the contents of a banker's box onto the floor. Peggy winces, but she should count her blessings that she's not dealing with Burt Peterson here.
Back outside, Stan, the random, and Harry are flummoxed to see Joey carrying his stuff, and after he tells them the "fun's over" and shakes all their hands, Harry says he'll give him a call so they can have a drink. Joey's "I cannot even respond to your desperate advances right now" look is priceless, and I assume that's all she wrote for him. Matt Long, please don't wait years and years before showing up on my TV again. Peggy then appears and tells Stan to put Vick Chemical on the back burner, as he's now on Mountain Dew, and when she's gone again, Stan sighs, "Power of the poontang." Indeed, and she's not even the one who, like, cursed your very life.