Debbie's at the police station in the middle of the night. For a cop she thinks sucks, he sure puts in twenty-four hours in a workday. She tells him she'd like to talk to somebody, but she wishes it wasn't him. He asks her to relax. She says she doesn't have time, and she wishes he didn't, either. She tells him he's not even trying to solve Dumpster Boy's case. He says he has, and that they've turned up nothing. "The name's Debbie," she says to him, and he goes, "Debbie?" in that voice the WB guy uses when he says, "Dawson's Creek" or "Smallville." Debbie's in full Cagney mode now. The cop tells her that it's none of her business. She says that it is. This is all filled with horrible writing that I'm sparing you. You can send your thank-you cards to pamie@televisionwithoutpity.com.

Michael can't wait to fuck Ben because maybe there's still some of Brian's dick juice on him somewhere. Man, this show makes me gross. You know what's worse? I'm writing this while eating something called a "Fruit Chewlicious." And unfortunately, it has nothing to do with Destiny's Child. Michael tells Ben to leave his underwear on so that Hal doesn't have to get near an actual penis. Ben and Michael get naked and flop on the bed as they talk about Brian. They say his name three times, so he appears in the bed beside Ben as one of Michael's hallucinations. Luckily, Brian's not wearing any clothes either. I can't believe it. Ben's underwear is from that company "2 (x) ist," which advertises on the giant television screen on Sunset Boulevard near my apartment. I almost crash my car three times a day looking at the hot, naked boys in their underwear and here they are in a close-up on this show. It's underwear for gay men. Can you believe that target audience? More bad erection jokes from Ben and Michael until Michael lowers himself out of frame. Ben has the "blowjob" face on long before it's feasible for Michael's mouth to be near his dick.