Brian is on his back, smoking in a blue light as the music anvils over and over again, "My teenage sensation." Justin finally comes home late and tired. Brian says that Justin's late. Justin says it doesn't count if he was with Michael. He says that it felt like five minutes. They came up with amazing things, and it's like they share the same brain. Brian asks if Justin has it on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. "Ha," Justin says as he takes off his pants. Brian asks what all of Justin's papers are. I can't imagine Brian would be interested for a second. Hey, Sunshine, where's all that schoolin' you were supposed to be doing now that you're not a stripper crackwhore? Justin says that it's all research that Michael wants Justin to do so he's in the comic book world. Brian says, "Come over here." Justin obeys, and crawls into bed with Brian. They start kissing. The phone rings. Brian answers. It's Michael asking for Justin. Brian tells Michael that it's four in the morning. "Creativity doesn't punch a time clock!" Michael shouts. "Oh, my God, that is so profound," Brian says. "Can you hold on while I write it down?" And for the first time in I don't know how long, I genuinely laugh at a joke they've intentionally written in the script. Brian gives Justin the phone. Michael has an idea for a chiropractor villain, but Brian takes the phone and hangs up on Michael. Justin says that was important. Brian says this is as well. They go back to kissing. Justin turns over so that Brian can kiss down his back. By the time he reaches Justin's ass, Justin is snoring. Poor Brian. The center of attention loses tonight. Maybe it's the blue light. It makes me sleepy, too.