Babylon! IT'S STUDS AND SUDS! YAY! Just like Emmett promised, a big vat pours soapy bubbles on the dance floor, as mostly naked HDGBs manage to keep the beat while sloshing around. Brian and Ted are on the sidelines, watching. Have you ever noticed that whenever they're in the club, they're usually the most dressed people in there? What, they don't think we'll be able to pick them out unless they have their shirts on? Well, Emmett took his off, at least -- but we already know Peter Paige is gay. Unlike Chris Potter. I know, I know, I'm obsessing. GOD, he is SO. NOT. GAYYYYYYY! As if they can hear me, Brian asks Ted why he's not going in. Ted asks Brian why he's not going in. Brian snorts, "I already took a bath today, but if you want to jump in, I promise I won't look." Ha! Ted sighs, "You and everybody else." Poor Eeyore. Emmett's having a blast, dancing cheek to cheek -- and cheek to cheek -- with a HDGB in a yellow wetsuit. "Look what I found!" he calls to Brian and Ted. "My rubber ducky!" Love him. Brian laughs at Emmett, and then calls the whole thing pathetic. Ted's surprised, he thought Studs and Suds was Brian's most favorite thing. Outside of himself, of course. Brian retorts, "What, a bunch of fags sliding around in their shorts?" Ted replies that it must not be as much fun without Michael, Brian's "little audience of one. But as the French philosopher Roquefort, or was it Camembert said: It is not enough to trick. Your best friend must also go home alone." Ted's got your number, Brian. Phone's ringing. Pick it up. Brian tells Ted to fuck off: "I haven't thought about Michael once," he snarls, stalking out. "Well, what do you know," Ted calls after him, "Just like when he's here!" Word. Oh, and FYI: Roquefort and Camembert are really two types of cheese, so Brian actually does have a lot in common with them.