Michael and Justin come home to the loft neither of them spend a dime on. All of their papers are back up and arranged, or reprinted, or whatever. Brian tells them to be careful not to step on anything. Michael asks what's going on. Brian says the comic book is fucking good and that the artwork is art. Oh, like he'd give a shit about a comic book. Justin tells Brian he can't sweet-talk his way out of this one. Michael says that they aren't going to forget. Justin asks for an apology. Michael tells him to beg. Brian apologizes. Justin says it's not good enough. Brian says what he did was immature, childish, and "addictive." "Addictive"? He said it was an act of cruelty because of irrational fears and unfounded jealousy. He says if he were the two of them, he'd never speak to himself anymore. Michael asks why he prefers Brian when he's shameless and unapologetic. Because you're a fucking doormat, Michael. Brian tells them to finish their work and build up Rage's chin to superhero status. He says afterward, he'll put together a marketing campaign. If they want his help. The boys, of course, want Brian to be involved, and it's a deal. Brian jams his shoulder into Justin's chest and they share a smile as Yello's "Oh, Yeah" starts up again. The boys sit down as Brian stares at a drawing of Rage. He listens to the boys work, and stares at himself.
Cut to a comic-book animation of Rage flying through Pittsburgh. He lands on top of Babylon. And that's it. Thanks, Jeremy Podeswa, for that pointless moment that cost all the money this show has.
Next week, Justin meets a new boy. Justin has a birthday, and Brian does nothing for it. Michael throws Ben a surprise party that pisses Ben off. This new kid tells Justin, "If I was your boyfriend, I'd give you a birthday you'd never forget." Oh, next week. You will do me in for sure.