Commercials. Mmm, new iMacs. Tasty.
The Talon. It's been converted to Kent campaign headquarters, and as folks walk around with cheesy little election hats, Lois is negotiating with someone named "Bob" on the phone for primetime TV coverage. She promises the potential donor that for $10,000, she'll make sure that he gets a personal invite to the inaugural ball. Yippee. "I'll save ya a dance," she says, finishing the conversation. Bo Duke enters the room, wearing his brown coat and unflashy flannel. "Wow. Primetime. That must have cost a bit, huh?" he asks. Lois says that her feminine wiles prevailed. "Bob's got a crush on me," she says. "Well, parts of me," she adds, looking down at her breasts, presently bulging against a tight green top. Wow, I'm not sure there are any parts of Lois we should keep on this show. Bo asks all the "nice people" in the room to excuse him and Lois for a bit so they can chat alone. Everyone leaves. One little guy in a Star Trek red ensign shirt circles around the room, taking his time to exit. I'm sure he gets zapped by Klingons in the next room. Speaking of cling-ons, Lois says, "Thanks, boss," as Bo piles on a few compliments praising her work on getting all these last-minute spots for the campaign. Lois walks away sipping some coffee as Bo adds that it all must be very expensive. Lois says again that she's got it covered. Bo says he's been crunching some numbers. Literally. With a rock and some tablets. He says the figures don't add up and they're spending more than they have. Welcome to America, Bo! Try our $4.50 coffee. Lois says she called in a few favors. "Lois," he says, stopping her before she can blather on for five minutes, "you've got to stop sidestepping my question." He asks where the money is coming from. Remember that one time when Lois was a stripper? Why do you think all the campaign contributions have been coming in as damp $1 bills? "Lionel Luthor," Lois says, ruining my fantastic plot twist. Bo sighs and walks the other way. Lois follows, telling him the campaign would have folded weeks ago if not for Papa Luthor's slightly-less-damp wads of cash. Lois rationalizes that it was the right thing to do because they actually have a chance to win now. "What is the point if the Devil owns your soul?" Bo hellfires. I'm going to take a wild guess on where Bo falls on the evolution vs. intelligent design debate. Lois says it's not like that. For one thing, Papa Luthor had his forked tail removed via cosmetic surgery. Lois says this isn't about Bo, it's about Papa Luthor wanting Lex to lose. Bo bellows that Lois doesn't know Papa Luthor like he does. The mountain was cold and the sleeping bag was so, so warm. Bo says Papa Luthor never gives anyone anything for free (except viewing pleasure, my friends). "And now," Bo says sadly, "I'm the one who's going to have to pay." Bo exits. He wonders why there's a red shirt on the ground with singe marks on it and blood everywhere.