The (im)Clones attempt to divide themselves up into two teams. While they're looking for stuff in common, I really think they should consider how three of them sport the same tired hip-to-be-square glasses. The (im)Clones finally decide to divide up into corporate and creative. "Can we just have the corporate people move over here and the creative people go over there?" Carrie screeches, flapping her hands around. "Can we just have the corporeal people move over here and the wraiths go over there?" The Evil Dr. Mathra screeches, also flapping his hands around. Corporate vs. creative. That's so stupid! Have they forgotten where they are? I mean, where do they think Martha would file herself in such a situation? On the one hand, self-made billionaire; on the other, mailboxes made of walnut shells and Elmer's glue.
Jeff, of the Creative Wraiths, promises to be a dick when he says of his team, "I think there are some people who will either surprise us and be incredibly resourceful, or are going to be people who need to be babysat." To illustrate this, Jim is already jumping. A lot. The Creative Wraiths, not happy with the name I've chosen for them, sets about brainstorming their company name. They want something "very creative" and "very Martha." Original, these Creative Wraiths are. Still, for the moment, Jim announces, "All right, I thought 'Team Go.'" Who in the what now? That's totally corporate-speak. I think he's on the wrong team. In more ways than one. No one likes the name, something that Jim exclaims he knew would happen. Then why did you suggest it, buttmunch? Someone shouts out "Flair." Jim comments, "Flair? Flair is so frilly!" and limply waves his hand around. Oh, boy. Oh, BOY! Dawn is already expressing some concerns over Jim in the Bitch Confessional. "Flair makes me feel like a limp-wristed sissy-boy," Jim goes on, either being really ignorant about the other men around him or trying really hard to make sure his comments are so shocking that they make it to tape. And if you can't handle the word "Flair," maybe you should take off that pink tie, sissy-boy.