Showtime, Synergy. Tammy is PM this week, and remarks that twenty feet by fifteen feet is "pretty big." She explains that she's PM this week because she has experience in marketing, and because she was "just ready for gametime." Once you get over the eyebrows and realize that she's not angry with you personally, she's quite lovely. She has a strange...way of...speaking that seems to invite interruptions, but she's a clear communicator and gets things across. Allie speaks up in the van on the way to Post HQ: "All I remember about my childhood is my dad eating Grape-Nuts." I don't...know what that means, exactly -- if she's trying to demonstrate that bizarre brand loyalty these people always affect immediately, or if she's being honest. When I say I don't actually remember high school, I'm not exactly exaggerating, so my first impulse was to take Allie at face value, but on review I think she was just trying to prove that she deserves the Spirit Stick this week.

In the Post offices, we see everybody eating PGNTMC by the handful. (I didn't know anybody on this show ate, besides Brent, although sometimes Tarek cooks.) Tammy asks the members of the group who among them has previously presented to executives, and Brent raises his hand and says that he...hasn't. But he would like to. Andrea and Roxanne quietly wonder why he brought up that irrelevant info. Tammy nods, and says that she was thinking about putting Brent on "clothing" for the event: "Coordinating clothing." A better word choice, or a more complicated task, this might have flown, but "coordinating clothing" is so obviously French for "sucking on your own toes for the duration" that I can't really blame Tammy for how badly it goes. Which, to be fair, is not as badly as it has in previous episodes, because I do think Brent is capable of adjusting his behavior somewhat. Even Roxanne laughs when Tammy says it, like, "Ouch!" Sean rolls his eyes and interviews that "there is absolutely no way we're going to let Brent present," because they don't "trust him with anything. Absolutely anything!" All Sean is, so far, is like this black box machine that takes the prevailing sentiment, cokes it up, and then spits it out again in British. "PGNTMC is delicious!" "Brent Buckman is disgusting!" "We are fantastic!" Oh, and then there's the fact that Sean is a terrible public speaker, but all the PMs keep assigning him to present because of his accent and -- counterintuitively, from where I'm sitting -- his looks. So those are two things. All of which amount to a business acumen roughly equivalent to...that of Mr. Donald Trump, whose fame quotient is basically based on the fact that he used to be rich and now pretends to scream at nobody at all on the telephone while being filmed.