Back at the L-Pal, Magna starts throwing around ideas. Bren suggests a mobile internet café, but Stephanie makes a frowny face. Then he suggests "something that focuses on kids." Like a leash factory or free low-dose sedation. (Just kidding! Don't email me!) Bren complains in an interview that Magna lacks creativity, probably because all of its members have college degrees. Oh, please. Not everyone with a college degree is as boring as your lawyer ass, dude. You only think college people lack creativity because you've never been to a Drag Ball. Ultimately, the team starts talking about a roving massage business. Stephanie makes a frowny face again, insisting that she sees massages offered at the mall sometimes, and no one is ever getting one. I don't know how she did in college, but I think she got an A in Bitchface. And Bren really needs to wear a smaller bowtie than he currently is sporting, because this look is just making his head look teeny. Stephanie insists that she doesn't "see the average American getting massages." We then move to an Alex interview in which he says, basically, that Stephanie is a big old drag, and she makes everyone bummed out when she starts complaining about every idea they have and why it won't work. The rest of the team is happy with the massages, so they go forward with that. But as they look for a massage person to hire for the day, Stephanie continues to mutter that someone with a business of their own won't want to help them out for a day. Which is stupid, because even people who own their own businesses will take a freelance job if it comes up and it's lucrative. It's not like the masseuse is going to worry about the long-term threat to her business presented by a toy business that's in place for one day.
Kendra explains that Magna went looking for one central person they could hire who would supply all the services and things that they'd want to put in their rolling day spa. They wind up getting in touch with a lovely woman named Marie, whom Bren describes as "a one-stop shop" of spa services. They found her through her web site, making this by far the least exploitive story to ever begin, "Me and my friends, we found this massage lady on the internet." Bren, Alex, and Kendra go to the trailer warehouse, while Michael, Erin, and Stephanie are left behind to find a location and come up with marketing. Michael, goofing off as usual, tells the team they should market it as "Massage-A-Go-Go." And even though it's a completely lame, creaky expression that speaks of old-man porn and the racy appearance of petticoats, Michael manages to say it like he thinks it's all naughty and shit. Erin becomes totally the me of the scene for ten seconds when she says, "You're a pig-a-go-go." That is exactly what I would say, and I'm not too proud to admit it. There's an excellent chance I would also say "shut up-a-go-go." Erin goes on to complain in an interview that Michael doesn't even do anything productive to go with all of his crap -- he just jaws and acts like a jerk and pisses everyone off. He is so going to win, don't you think? As we go to commercial, Michael is still arguing for "Massage-A-Go-Go." Sigh.