Sean admits in front of God and everyone they "missed the mark in implementing" their concept, so I guess whatever person his internal psychic antenna is currently picking up is not Lee, who goes a bit white at this. Allie, when asked, says she feels a bit more "sure" about the results now that Sean has accidentally voiced the concerns of someone who is not on Gold Rush. Lee busts in and goes "blah blah blah," like, that's actually what went in my earholes, "Yadda yadda blee blee blorp," and apparently Trump's too, because he fully tells him to cram it. They look at the "environments" on the Xbox, because no hand left jobless is the order of the day, and this is just one of the many capabilities of the Xbox that we already knew: looking at images run through a monitor. Synergy was beloved by Jay and Stephen, because they created a "great hangout," but the problem is that it's where they would go if their feet were tired, not where they'd go to make a high-end purchase. Sitting in a "nice living room" inside a Wal-Mart is not only a violent contradiction in terms, it's also a stupid idea. Those purchases are made on a wave of adrenaline and poor judgment, not in a relaxing, Center For Intraspectful environment. And yeah, you could probably buy an Xbox 360 from your fuzzy chair without feeling too bad about it, if you were flush, but if you had a bajillion dollars to toss around like that, you're not shopping at friggin' Wal-Mart. Not unless you're one of those Ripley's crazy people with newspaper in their shoes and rubies under the floorboards, you're not: the psychic cost-benefit is too high. I'm a very poor writer of a person, and it will be a cold day in HELL before I go to Wal-Mart, and when I do, it'll be because I'd rather buy underwear than do laundry. Not so I can buy shiny electronic crap I don't actually need.