Arrow set up their kiosk, and it looks great, and we finally get a look at the RoboCop suit. It's like... imagine a Teletubby? Or the Shirt-Tails, if you remember them. My favorite one was Pamie the Panda, for reasons I'll go ahead and disclose at a later time. So you're a Teletubby, but in like a military dystopia? Instead of emotions, or drug visions, you project "multimedia video" (i.e., commercials) from the screen on you. MAN I wish I had one of those, and that they did not look so ridiculous. I have a lot of things to say, you guys, and I love dressing up in things, and technology. I want to be Luke Ad-Walker. I want to walk into a store and have the people read my shirt that says, "Please do not bug me, because you remind me of this guy I knew in high school and I would kill myself before giving you a commission, but it's nothing personal." Or whatever. "Please refrain from spitting until you've exited the bus, Jethro." "That shirt is really cute on you but it's too bad how you're obviously crazy, and I hope you don't have kids." You know what, actually I do not need one of those devices, upon reflection. Turns out I'm kind of judgmental sometimes? In addition to the ads, you are also a walking credit card machine. Dude, if they sold these in Vegas. "That one thing showing right now on my chest? That's fifty extra, and I need ten minutes to warm up." Frank totally compares himself to RoboCop! I love him! Even the bored dude dressing them in the awful things is like, "Awesome." Frank interviews: "We're strong, we're confident, and we're coming for you, Kinetic!" The thing I hate most about this show is being put in the position of clearly loving Frank the most, like in a way where I can't even hide it. I will never forgive this show for that.
Tim laughs at the babes on rollerskates, Frank screams "Rollergirls!" which we just talked about a second ago. And yeah, Kinetic does look totally cute. Angela and Nicole come skating up, and Angela goes, cutely, "Woo!" Not to be outdone, Nicole shrieks, "What's up now?" Dude, quit. Just quit it. She won't: she goes off on a long OTF rant about how they need to "flaunt everything we have," and says the phrase "sex sells" like fifty times, or once but it hurt like times fifty, and how they're "four attractive women." "We're idiots, and Trump should fire us if we didn't use our assets." Whatever. Nothing I haven't said before, or even just in this recap, but... this isn't that task. I don't know how you got the idea that this was the Vagina Chocolates task. That's later. This is the Giant Kiosk task. You know that. You used your psychic powers to deduce that, and you were right, and you decided to go another way anyway. The "assets" that you should be using are the ones where you can dress professionally -- I've seen you do it -- and differentiate yourself from the crowds, not look like shot girls in a particularly egregious bar. This is not the I'm A Helpless Cute Girl task, it's the I Know More Than You, Give Me Your Credit Card task. They are opposites. The only person -- as we'll see -- who could manage to be as terrifyingly professional on rollerskates as you need to be this week is Heidi. Nicole, I don't buy her authority because she's giving it away, I wouldn't buy it if she were wearing a catcher's helmet and carrying a machete. Kristine, possibly. Angela is a jock and needs to be behind a desk or table so you can't see how weird she looks in a skirt -- she's the only one that's actually better off on the rollerskates, because her hotness is a very specific thing that blooms under certain conditions, like being on rollerskates in short-shorts. It's an outdoorsy dog-walking nature-loving emotion-processing kind of hotness, and that's still not what's called for.