The if not mythical then highly improbable Galaxy fans, all thirty-seven of them, are welcomed into the booming stands. Men in shorts do something I'm told is playing the game of soccer, or "football" to our international English-speaking compatriots, or "futbol" to everybody else that cares. James continues to talk about how their skit is not going to make sense to the people that can't see or hear what's going on down on the tiny field, and Bill is thinking about how douchey James is coming off, and...Tim and Frank and Surya do a whole Keystone Kops thing where they run around all confused like chickens in search of something more, like just completely forgetting what the motherloving hell is going on, for awhile. It's adorable. They're like, "Where's the copy?" "I'm redoing the copy." "I'm the copy!" "I've got the copy." Frank is like, "I have confused the copy." Bill's normally wide-eyed frenzy terror goes into mental bedlam as he watches this chaos go down. If the socks in his sock drawer acted like this, the world would actually end. Unclench! He briefly interviews that something like this has both "lots of moving parts" and the additional moving part they call an "utter miracle." James and then Frank talk about...I don't know. "Can we call it 'vitamins'? 'Mr. Vitamin'?" I think they're wondering about branding vis-Ã -vis the whole Vitamin Person concept, like, do they have to create a character and is there a character already available, et cetera, the usual stuff you would worry about...waaaaay back around the time we were having the quiet time portion of the brainstorming. Surya's like, "Whatever. Draw a diagram of a person writing the word 'vitamin' and put it in my inbox." Surya tells James he's frustrating and then tells us at motherfucking length about how never in his life has a team made life this hard for him, what with their "new ideas" (actual quote) and "freaking out" every five seconds. It makes it "really hard to manage," Surya explains plaintively, when...people are involved? Suck it, Surya. Your hardships are right above the taste of cilantro in terms of things I don't care for.
Trump arrives; he and Bill and a little boy join the scores of fans in the stands. Oh, it's the exec, right. Kinetic goes first on the show: Angela screaming, Kristine pushing something out onto the field, some mad talk about how they're going to be "educating and entertaining everyone" while...people dressed as vitamins run around madly. I don't know how old you have to be to call bullshit on that. I spent part of grade school in Phoenix, Arizona? Where the sun lives? And every year they'd have this crank-head (we called it "crank" in those days) come out in a puffy Rainbow Brite skirt and tell us to SWASWA and I have long since forgotten what that stands for, but I'm like constantly trying to SWASWA to this day, and even at the age of I guess five, I silently passed judgment on this woman and her robot companion: "This is monumental BS."
Perhaps I was precocious, but I prefer to have this amount of faith in the next generation: an Olympic-sized lesbian threatens to "educate and entertain" them and a bunch of hungry day-players dressed as M&Ms toss down their cigarettes and start capering around a soccer field: one of them at least has gotta call bullshit. They're the future of the human race, you know? Surely one of them is going to have some questions. Kristine explains to us, like the slower friends of the bright child I am imagining, that the vitamin people are quote "running across the field." So then we watch them run around the field for hours, with Angela yelling God knows what at the people, who can't hear her. There's a giant heart, which stands for heart disease, and pills having fun, and there are rings they run through that symbolize "physical fitness," apparently. And the whole time this is happening, Muna's giving the same presentation in EspaÃ±ol, which doesn't help anybody in any way. All the pills and weird furries have English and Spanish written on them, and...WHOA. IS THAT HEIDI? DRESSED AS A VITAMIN? How can she still be that fucking hot when she's dressed like a vitamin? She's magic! Angela runs around like an entire cheer squad, shouting nonsense; three people stand up while before them, lower on the stands, three dudes take a nap and do crossword puzzles.