Sorry. "You hear behind me automobiles. This is LA. We have automobile on top of automobile, and people do everything in their automobiles, some of which I cannot mention, although if you win this task you might have to do these things with Hugh Hefner as a reward." There's lunatic, scary, Lynchian laughter at the concept of people fucking in cars, but maybe that's just fight/flight based on Trump even coming within a five-mile radius of sex in any location at all. One of the reasons -- finding a way to cram the world "automobile" in there a few more dozen times -- that LA something something is because of drive-through restaurants, such as El Pollo Loco. Angela looks really beautiful right now. Man. He introduces two executives from El Pavo Guapo, Steve and Karen, and we don't care about the executives this year I guess, even though they've been historically some of the best parts of any task. The task, Steve explains, is to create, promote, and sell a new version of their "signature item," the "Pollo Bowl." Heidi and Aaron, Trump reminds us, are the PMs until the boardroom, and there will be Sean there, but no Trumplings.
Cut to a nasty chicken carcass on a grill and the America's Test Kitchen of the teams trying to get it together. Aaron pronounces Stefani's bowl as having "too much cheese sauce," and she yips adorably that she's all set to change that, and Aaron wants some corn in there, and Frank says -- oh, Frank -- that they could possibly need some tortillllas, and he says "tortillllas" like it's a SNL sketch, because that's kind of what he is. It looks really good, what they come up with, and everybody does that sales thing I don't get where they lay themselves prostrate before the creation and promise it their firstborn, such is it mouthwatering, out-of-the-box creativity. Frank wolfs that shit down like he's in prison as Aaron interviews that they've christened it the "Chicken Tortilla Bowl," and that it has "good crunch" and is somehow "original." As Tim delights in the Chicken Tortilla Bowl, Stefani makes a ridiculously cute face at him, mugging like a vaudevillian: "It's good, huh?" I hope she and Aaron are the only Arrowers left standing, I really do. "...Oh, that's fantastic!" he goobers right back. I don't hate Arrow nearly as much as I feel like I should right now, but if there's one things these recaps have shown, it's that I am fickle.