Brian comes home to Fatboy Slim playing and his loft in a complete shithouse mess. Michael and Justin, two people who don't pay rent on that place, have turned the house into a comic-book studio. There are papers everywhere -- hung up on clothesline, covering the floor, taped to the walls...everywhere. That Justin draws like a fucking maniac. Justin and Michael don't even acknowledge Brian until he starts talking, and then they just start talking to each other about the superpowers they've given Rage. If they're still working out what he looks like and what powers he has, then what are the hundreds of papers tacked all over the apartment? Brian says he'd like his loft back, and rips down one of the papers. Michael and Justin yell at him not to touch anything, since the drawings are all in sequence. Brian asks how he's supposed to get to his bedroom. Michael tells him to go around. Brian doesn't, and Michael yells at him again. The boys go back to planning their comic book. Michael's character's name is Zephyr. He asks if they can make him taller and give him bigger pecs. He says Rage's best friend should look almost as good. Brian says it's Chest of Death night at Babylon, so they need to get ready. Justin says they need to finish what they're doing first, so they'll meet him at Babylon. Brian actually says the line, "All work and no dick make Mikey and Sunshine dull boys." I could have written this script when I was ten.
Chest of Death contest. Why do all of the emcees hired on this show have to have scary eyes (like Manson Lamps scary), sweaty skin, and look just like derivatives of Dr. Frank N. Furter? This emcee portion of the show goes on for a very long time. The emcee flirts with the finalists, asking one if his nipples are bathtub stoppers. (Is that a good thing or a bad thing?) The camera spins over to Ted and Emmett, who are mourning Pickle's service by doing shots at the Chest of Death contest. Emmett can't believe he was thrown out like garbage. Ted says it was awful. "By those two, huge, brutal monsters!" Emmett says. "In other circumstances, it might've been hot," Ted says inappropriately. Emmett says he'll never get to say his speech now. Ted asks to hear the speech, promising to listen. I guess he had to add that last part or we'd be worried that he'd start masturbating to it. Emmett thanks Ted, but declines. "Wouldn't be the same," Emmett says.
Ben and Brian stand on the catwalk as Ben says it appears they've been stood up. Nobody has a cell phone or a pager? These guys have thousands of dollars in disposable income. Ben's wearing a long-sleeved t-shirt. Ben's all, "There's nothing as sexual as the act of creation." I don't know where the fuck this is coming from, but Ben starts telling Brian that, when he writes a book, he gets hard and turned-on and has to masturbate, and so their boyfriends are at home all horny and writing about Brian, so they're probably fucking over their drawings right now. Ignore Brian's lame "stroke of genius" joke. Ben doesn't seem even the slightest bit concerned. Neither does Brian, who tells Ben to keep on having his mental orgasms, while he'll get his from fucking asses and getting sucked off.