RockSolid. Michael wants to assign design and graphics to Bret, but Bret asks if he can be Michael's "right hand man." Michael says he should employ his right hand to do graphics. Bret says, "But you need to tell me when." Michael: "Now!" Hey, at least he can't claim he wasn't given direction this time. Michael VOs his biggest task as PM will be maintaining his patience. On that note, Bret comes back what seems like 30 seconds later with some seventh grade-style cartoon he's drawn that's a combination of Goldberg's body and the LifeLock emblem, which is somehow holding a baby? Even Goldberg says it's stupid. Michael redirects Bret to work only on the slogan and interviews that he's got to corral Bret's wild energy.
He moves on with trying to determine who will be the celebrity spokesperson. Darryl groans loudly on the couch, and it appears he might be settling in for his mid-morning nap! Michael thinks Curtis will be a good front man because cooking is hot right now. Blago suggests Michael is better known worldwide because he's a gold medalist, but Michael makes an executive decision to go with Curtis. His suggestion having been shot down, Blago argues that the team is "prematurely ejaculating" with their swift decision making. Silence. He VOs that Michael doesn't deliberate enough, and that was something he did very successfully during his governorship. Yeah, like all those times he deliberated with people who wanted to buy Obama's senate seat. Hours of deliberation there. Hours!
Tenacity brainstorms how to tell the story of identity theft through pictures. Maria stumps Summer when she asks what "scene" they're trying to show. She VOs that Summer isn't being clear enough as a leader. It doesn't help that every time she tries to formulate an answer or explain her thought process someone (I'm lookin' at you, Lauper!) interrupts. Sharon interviews that the tension and the overly competitive vibe is breaking them all down. She brings it up in the meeting to clear the air, but the others ladies pretty much cover their ears and start singing, "La la laaaaaa," like everything's fine and dandy.