James manages to come off creepy and sleazy even while at rest; Angela stares at Arrow with full-on hate still raging. Which is kind of the problem here, because we're now in a position where everybody is like a full step away from the truth: Kinetic gets the imaginary high ground, because they lost with honor or whatever, and Arrow gets the imaginary high ground because they didn't do anything Trump wouldn't do. Which is becoming more and more of a theme this season: think like Trump. Get grosser so you can win. I mean, that's always been the point -- Get Rich With Trump! -- but now it's becoming the actual explicit theme, to the point where we're being told to put down the Bible and pick up a Trump book. You know? But as much fun as that is to think about, the fact remains that Kinetic lost, and they lost hard, and they lost before they got started, and this smokescreen of moral outrage -- maybe I was wrong and Surya and Angela really would have gotten along, had they met for more than five minutes -- is doing nothing but damaging Angela's case. And if she doesn't even know that, the most basic thing about Trump you can know, then she deserves to go home.

James sets the seanthusiasm bar super fucking high with his "we won" speech, all, "Our team did excellent [sic]! Stefani, Frank, and Tim all contributed so much! I definitely feel we won!" Urp. Angela does her best to follow his lead, and it's even more fake and greasy sounding: "Mr. Trump [check], I've been a member of many great teams in my life -- gold medal [check] teams -- this is one of the strongest!" Whatever, use what you got, I mean the man has no bullshit detector installed and he loves this kind of crap, because the world is his... what's the guy that comes out at the restaurant and is all, "Our chef de cuisine has created a sumptuous treat just for you, it's a stacked amuse-bouche with a layer of rosemary polenta, a layer of seared whatever, some other enticing and expensive stuff, and topped with a macerated raspberry decoction from a special recipe from Sophia Loren's uncle, and sprinkles of chocolate from the land of rainbows," what's that guy's name? The whole world is like that for Donald Trump at all times. And that's interesting to think about, for me, because no matter how cute that guy is -- and he always is -- there's still that secret impulse as you're nodding and smiling and waiting for him to get to the end of the speech, to punch him in the box for being fake, like, you and I both know that the chef doesn't love me all that much, so cut the crap. It's that sales allergy again. But if you do it, do it. And James can do it, because he has no soul and no sense of shame.