Back in the Binder bed, Mickey once again dreams of Missy. This time she confides that she thoroughly enjoyed their office discussion that day, which apparently revolved around "religion's impact on modern politics." I guess we should just be thankful that they weren't discussing ass-fucking's impact on modern politics. It would seem that the Clinton era really is over. In the dream, Donna wakes up and shoos Missy away. "If he's wasting anymore sperm around here," she tells her, "it's going to be on me." Sadly, I think it's about forty years too late to do much about "wasted sperm" in Mr. Binder's case. Or was that too rude? Sorry, Mike.
In the office the next day, Mickey calls Missy into the office and promptly fires her. When pressed for a reason, he admits that she's making him "distracted theoretically." She storms out.
Cut to Jake's office, where Mickey is seeking advice on the secretarial sex situation. Jake looks up from reviewing the press kit to "the new Janeane Garofalo movie" long enough to suggest that Mickey do precisely what he himself has done with his own secretary. Namely, "fuck the shit out of her." Once the affair is over, they'll settle down and be friends, and it won't be a problem anymore. "You can't fire her," announces Jake. "That's not cool. Do the right thing and fuck the shit out of her." Given the obvious Woody Allen influences at work here, I'm surprised they didn't toss in a second shout-out to Woody's equally overbearing New York colleague, and add a She's Gotta Have It joke. The "naughty" end of the spectrum thus explicated, Mickey moves on the "nice" side of the equation and asks Doug for advice as well. Before he can even answer, however, we see that Doug's secretary is a frumpy old woman in orthopedic shoes. "Never mind," says Mickey.
So now I'm wondering when Mickey finds time to write all these socio-political diatribes, because we've never actually seen him in front of a typewriter. He's now being hauled into Memmet's office, only to be told he can't fire someone just because he's a "walking boner." At least I know I wasn't the only one flashing on Memmet talking about "skin jobs" in this scene. The kids over in Six Degrees From Six Feet Under probably spotted the Blade Runner connection from a mile away. Memmet makes Mickey make up with Missy by hiring her back, and as I frantically call Gateway to order a replacement "M" key for my keyboard, the Sassy Black Personnel Lady waggles her tongue in a sassily obscene anner. emmet also entions that Doug won't be getting that colun ickey entioned. You know, just in case that particular plotline actually atters to anyone but e.