The Demon's Lair. Brian gets out of the Jeep and walks up to the garage, where Mini-D is spit-shining the Miata. Brian asks how dinner with Bobo and Melisande went. Mini-D: "Melisande is a hoot, and Bobo is like, the smartest person I've ever met. You'd love him." Brian's like, uh huh. Mini-D asks Brian not to lean on the car, because he just finished polishing it. Brian moves, and then asks why Mini-D hasn't introduced any of his new friends to The Boys. Mini-D blames it on a lack of time; after all, they just got back from Paris. Brian: "You went to Paris? God, I hadn't heard." Mini-D tells him to fuck off. Brian asks if he'd like him to. Mini-D's hardly paying attention, he's polishing the car so hard, but asks what Brian's talking about. Brian shrugs, "Now that you have this fabulous new life..." Mini-D says that's BS. Brian asks, "How long have I known you? Forever. I don't think it's bullshit." Mini-D asks him to move again. Brian continues, "The trip and the clothes and the car. They're boring. You're boring." Mini-D replies, au contraire, he believes that he's become more interesting. Brian: "You've become a fucking little snot." Hee! Mini-D: "Why, because I finally have a life?!" Brian sneers, "Whose life? Yours? Or his?" Mini-D frowns in confusion as Brian drives away. Yes, everything was better when Mini-D was living Brian's life. And the sad thing is, it was.

The Principal's Office. This oughta be good. Wait, let me get some popcorn. Okay. Jennifer starts off: "Justin tells me over the past couple of months, he's been physically attacked, harassed, called names, and nothing has been done to stop it." Dr. Perkins assures her that if he'd known, he would never have tolerated it. Jennifer continues that Justin tried to start a club, and was denied permission to meet. Perkins -- realizing that a few thousand dollars, not to mention the school's rep, are on the line -- replies that, as Mr. Dickson told Justin, he didn't go through the proper channels. Jennifer, still calm, asks what those are. The Principal explains that Justin would have to go through the school board -- of which he is the head -- get approval for a room, and find a faculty advisor, "none of which Justin bothered to do." Jennifer, smiling, says that Justin would have "bothered" had he known: "So, where are the forms? We can fill them out right now." D'oh! The principal nods graciously, and replies, "Mrs. Taylor, as you know, St. James is a private academy. We're not required to make allowances for everyone and everything." I wonder in which category Justin falls? He continues, "That's why parents send their children to this school -- for the environment, and the outstanding education. Which Justin is getting. When he puts his mind to it." Justin asks what the commercial has to do with the Gay/Straight Alliance. Perkins decides to lay it out all on the table: "Suppose I gave you permission to start your club. And then another student wanted to start a club for, say, white supremacists. Should I allow that, too?" And jaws drop to the ground all over North America. Jennifer tells him that she finds that analogy "extremely offensive." The principal replies, "Some of our parents would be hard-pressed to see the distinction." Jennifer, getting a little bit louder, now: "Well, I'm hard-pressed to see the similarity!" The principal continues that not everyone "is as accepting of your son's sexual preference as you are." Justin corrects him -- it's not a preference. Jennifer says that she used to be like the principal, which is why it's important that people learn differently. The principal says that there's more important stuff to learn. Jennifer: "Than tolerance?" Bastard doesn't have anything to say to that.