Meanwhile, back at Babylon, Ted makes his way up to the restroom. A young man is passed out in the middle of the floor. No one's paying attention; in fact, a few actually step over him on their way out. That's just cold. Maybe no one at Babylon knows how to dial 911, and we've all just been too harsh. It's not callousness, just dyslexia.
Patience: Look what I found: Woodchuck Granny Smith Cider!
Camper: Cool. Just line up all six of them in front of the monitor.
Patience: I got you beef lo mein. Is that okay? Oh, and a side order of white rice, 'cause I know you like mixing it in.
Camper: I dunno. I'm trying to cut down on my carbs.
Patience: Yeah, but it'll help soak up the alcohol. [on Camper's look] Um. Okay. I'll eat the rice. You have soy sauce, right?
Ted cautiously approaches the body on the floor. It's Blake. Ted swears, then kneels down to try to shake Blake awake. The camera pans underneath the floor, like it's made of glass, so that we can see Blake's face pressed up against the floor, a long stream of vomit coming out of his mouth. So, someone obviously borrowed the TMIcam from C.S.I. this week. How nice for all of us. Ted tries tossing water on Blake's face. Not only does it not work, but other people in the restroom start making fun of him. Ted asks for help, but gets a big ole "whatever." Lifting Blake up, Ted screams at them all to fuck off. They ignore him. Nothing new there.