"There absolutely was an incident," Hateful Jim volunteers while rocking in his chair. Shut up, Hateful. Sarah speaks up and says that the store manager was very frustrated because a customer was insulted by the sales pitch "from the male who was screaming." "Not entirely true," Hateful Jim mutters. "Yes, it was," Sarah says calmly. "Not entirely true," Hateful Jim repeats quickly. Charles wants to know what the pitch was. "Oh, there were so many, really. It started 'Asian Vinaigrette -- have you tried it yet?' That was it and I would hand it to the people," Hateful Jim says. Jennifer looks incredulously down at the rest of her team as Hateful Jim babbles on about what else he was saying. "It cures bunions -- you can massage your wife with it," Sarah interrupts, helping him to remember his pitch. Well, it was warts, actually, which I think are far more disgusting an image than bunions. But that might be because I confused bunions with Funyons for a long time. "Excuse me -- I don't think they were asking you, they were asking me!" Hateful Jim says, pointedly looking up at the ceiling. Sarah just smiles at Martha, shrugging. Hateful Jim says as soon as he was asked to stop his particular brand of smarmy salesmanship, he stopped. What about the swearing? Because that's really what the woman was complaining about. Charles points out to Martha that no one will take a product seriously if they're told it's good for bunions or massaging their wives. Martha agrees. Yeah, dude, it makes it sound like their product is tantamount to Doc Bittle's Amazing Purple Pills. "Well, people wash their hair in beer," Hateful Jim interjects. Not exactly the same thing, is it, Hateful? Washing your hair with beer? Not gross. Saying that the beer cured Cradle Cap? Gross. Can you appreciate the difference, freakshow? Hateful Jim mutters something about throwing out a joke to see how people would react. Howie shakes his head disgustedly. Charles points out that it obviously didn't work. "Correct, so when we realized it didn't work --" Hateful Jim starts to say. "No, but what were you thinking when you were doing it?" Charles asks. Hateful Jim tries to babble something, but Charles is having none of it. "You say you were doing it to be witty -- you were half right," Charles interrupts. Hateful Jim prissily shrugs his shoulders and ROLLS HIS EYES! Oh no, see, NO! That would never -- NEVER! -- be tolerated in Trump's Boardroom. And forget Trump himself calling him on it, Caroline or George would carpaccio Hateful Jim's ass for that one. God, this show is lame, isn't it?