Emmett stops them both in the street and gasps, "Oh. My. God." Directly in front of them is a gold Miata. Ted wonders who would drive a gold Miata. Brian wonders who would drive a gold Miata with the top down. Emmett wonders who would drive a gold Miata with the top down in the middle of winter. The idiot in question steps out of a dry cleaner's across the street and walks up to the car. It's Mini-D. He asks them how they like the car. Demon bought it for him. Mini-D shows them the license plate, which reads, "CP ASTRO." Brian, cautiously: "That's cute." Sort of like, "President Bush." But neither is cute, really, unless you get warm fuzzies from the upending of the universe as we know it. Mini-D babbles, "What do you think of the color? I was worried that the gold might be a tad showy." Ted: "No, you wouldn't want that." Jealous, much? Remember, you told Mini-D not to let money get between him and Dr. Demon. I think Mini-D's about as close to Demon's money as he can get. Brian frowns, and tells Mini-D that he called him that morning, but that Mini-D didn't call him back. Mini-D picks a ticket off the Miata and replies that he's been really busy. Emmett asks whether he wants to go to the gym with them, but Mini-D can't because he's meeting David at "their" sports club. Brian, who looks like he's had just about enough of this shit, invites Mini-D to go with them to Woody's. Mini-D: "Sorry, no can do. We have reservations at Pappagano with Bobo and Melisande." Emmett snickers that with names like that, they sound like a couple of drag queens. Mini-D, in his best Demon-like, condescending throat-clearing voice, informs them that Bobo is "their" broker. Brian's done. Mini-D's cell phone rings, and he answers it with a cheerful, "Hi, honey!" Arrrrgggghhh! Okay. Demon's gone at the end of the season, right? I only have what, four episodes left off this crap, right?! I can survive four more episodes. Of course, I might have to go into rehab afterwards, but maybe I can get a book deal out of it. Or meet Matthew Perry. There's a bright side to everything. No, wait. I have a boyfriend. Meeting Matthew Perry won't do me any good. Dammit! I hate Dr. Demon! Mini-D tells them that it's David, just in case they didn't notice the smoke and sulfur smell rising up out of the phone. Mini-D tells his master that he picked up his suits, and he just needs to stop by the caterer on his way home. Emmett asks if they're having a party. Mini-D stammers that it's just a couple of "David's" friends. See, they're Demon's friends now that Mini-D's about to screw The Boys over. Mini-D hurriedly scrambles into the Miata and says his goodbyes.