Anything but depressing is Team Chaos, the name of Anthony's team. They're sailing along and all in agreement. The other team decides to go with clocks as their theme, which apparently Laura thinks is stupid. She recommends a black and white palette but Becky wonders if they want a color pop in there somewhere. Josh replies that, since they're making their own prints, Becky can put all the goddamn color she wants on her print. Wow. Becky, expert of human behavior that she is, deduces that Josh may not give a shit about this challenge. Josh interviews that he plans to be putting his own collection together in a few weeks and he'll be doing it all by his lonesome. Um, unless you completely screw up this challenge? Right? They are Team Nuts & Bolts, which is very close to what I would name them, minus the Bolts, of course. He laments that he's not the team leader, as if that were ever a possibility. I'm not sure his ears work so well, perhaps the result of years of pomade clogging them? Use your Brillcream responsibly, kids.
They get to work on their textile designs. Becky makes a print with lots of cogs and wheels. Bert makes some abstract pocket watches, which are pretty cool. Bryce is feeling a little bit of judgment from his fellow designers because he has yet to win a challenge, though I would argue it's because they have seen his designs. I mean, who the hell is Bryce, right? I still see him as the guy who makes boring, silly clothes out of pee-pee pads. Becky notes that her design is less casual than those of the other designers, which creates a lack of cohesion. Bert can't get his design to print out, but Laura wants to go ahead and vote on the designs. He's understandably frustrated -- probably a combination of technology-fatigue and having his contribution deemed inessential by her behavior. Becky's not the only one who knows people around here, folks. Well, no one helps the poor bastard print out his design and they choose which ones are going to be represented. He says, lowly, "So much for the friggin' clocks" and Josh asks him to repeat himself. He says that they fucking clocks didn't print out. Then, HELP ME, Josh interviews that people who use dirty language are not intelligent. But, I'm guessing people that find The Village People source material for a relevant, fashion-forward collection are? This shit is seriously writing itself. There's a ghost in the machine. Not touching keyboard.