Synergy is the yellow team, Gold Rush is blue. The yellow team dances around dorkily like the beginning of Laverne & Shirley as Trump points and goggles at the Scantily-Clad Fetish Objects and talks to them like an over-friendly uncle. (I put the two things together and invent my next TV show, which is inspired by the edgy and dark "re-imagining" that's right now all the rage. It's called Laverne/Shirley, and it's about a pair of best friends and possible lovers who operate a vigilante ring in Milwaukee, and it's loosely based on the biography of Aileen Wuornos. In the pilot they steal Trump's chopper and mangle his face a little bit. But the high concept is that Laverne, the more forceful and charismatic of the two, doesn't really exist!) So Trump leaves the Scantily-Clad Fetish Objects alone and as soon as he's gone, they bust out the Purell. Roxanne interviews over highly embarrassing dancing and hopping footage about how Sean's exit left the team feeling "so good" that they "just had to dance." It's really dorky. But, I think, when Sean is gone, I too shall dance. And I cannot say that it will not be dorky, but I can guarantee that it will not be televised, and I think there's a lesson there we can all appreciate. Roxanne terms the whole activity a "celebration" about "the fun" that they were planning on having by trouncing the men. So yeah, in terms of the way this show works, I think that you might as well mix up some lemonade there. But with Roxanne, I wonder if it's lemonade or Kool-Aid in the pitcher, and I'm scared to find out. Footage of Team Synergy and the cheer squad is intercut, just in case you were thinking of the women as grown adults with any kind of business acumen.
Weekly Wisdom: "Deliver the goods." Heh, that's funny at the end of the episode. This is so straightforward: you can talk the big talk, but if you don't deliver the goods, the talking doesn't mean anything. See, what that means to me is that Lee will not only be fired, but perhaps tossed under a literal bus.
Gold Rush comes into their conference room to plan. Please note that this situation, once more, is what Lee is "talking about." I miss Tarek, I really do. Independent of Lee's bullshit. Surprising indeed. Lee wants to be PM (no, I know! I was shocked too!) but this time it's not because Trump asked him expressly to pass on the memo to his team that he is supposed to be PM this week. Fucking pisher. No, this week it's because "this is what [he knows]: sports, colleges...if there was ever a task..." Oh, you mean like every week? Like how every single week except for The Hair Buggery Salon And Teahouse For Sensitive Boys, you were perfect for the job? He tells us that if he wins this task, he'll be 3 and 0. God, don't remind me. Michael and Sean, of course, have no thoughts in their weird little heads, and no forward inertia EVER, so they acquiesce. Well, Michael's got thoughts, you just can't render them on this keyboard. They mostly have to do with how many panels in the ceiling times how many steps from Trump Tower times the derivative of a complex equation involving a random assortment of numbers, symbols, and fragrances. "This is a tailgating party! Not a salon!" scoffs Lee, like he's ever been to a tailgate in his life. What would he do there? Yep! Man the keg. You got it right on the first guess. He's like a walking argument for why they shouldn't let little eighth graders go to college, even more compelling than the Highway To Heaven episode about that important subject, only even more hardcore, because it's not his age that's inappropriate for college, it's Lee that's inappropriate and embarrassing for his age.