At Shea Stadium, the Mets mascot is a giant baseball head. Ironically, baseball is against my religion. ["Aaaand that's how I got fired." -- Jacob] ["'Personal reasons,' that's bull-crap. NOW GET IN THE TUBEY OUTFIT." -- Sars] Mark's got that fantastic grin happening again as he quips, "Quite frankly, if every time I put on a women's dress I could go play baseball with a pro team, I'd be a drag queen every weekend." Ah, Mark. They call Brian "Seabiscuit," which is funny because he's small like a jockey, and they talk about how James played baseball in college, and Adam gushes gaily about how James could probably be in the Mets. Adam seems very...cult-susceptible. Something in the eyes. He's mesmerizing and somehow seems erratic. Like Gabe from Intervention doing that chemistry rap. Something not sparking right in the old carburetor. Josh goes down hard for a fly in the outfield, and is it wonderful? Awesomely so. Some Met tells Excel that he has no talent, but that he follows his dream, and he keeps talking crazy for a while, and then James interviews an embarrassing, weird metaphor about how Excel is like the Mets, because...they will win. ["Um." -- Sars] Trump shows up and everything goes to shit, of course, and he throws a baseball and it's lame.
Having "convinced" Kristi of everything of which they're both already convinced themselves, Blubber moves on to Jennifer. Jennifer is brushing her hair like some kind of female Godfather in this whole part, and looking at Felisha through the mirror as she slowly brushes, brushes, brushes. It's utterly sinister and imposing and fabulous. The first clip is so awesome, and my favorite line of the episode: "It was big this time. I mean, it wasn't just that we didn't like her." Love that. Jennifer's like, "Um, but I don't think Toral was the reason we lost this task." She interview-reminds us that her initial instinct was to put the DQ branding on Zip, but that Felisha didn't push for it. "Who was in charge of strategy? Branding?" Felisha's like, "Everybody?" Jennifer's not worried about it, and totally out-Felishas Felisha: "So no one person was in charge of that?" Like, "How curious." Blubber flounders and watches Jennifer doing her hair.
Meanwhile, Toral freaks out on Rebecca about how the Bloven comes up with "song and dance routines" that don't impress the execs. Valid. "That was their version of a marketing campaign," she snots. In interview, Toral goes on: "These people, for attacking me without cause, I think they just got what they deserved, and I...honestly, I'm happy that they lost." Narcissism, again: since none of this is her fault, it's just something that's happening to her due to everybody else's bullshit, and thus when she gets her ass fired in five seconds, it's because they didn't listen. God. Back to Rebecca, and Toral's on a roll. "Let each of these individuals...they're so stupid! They have no intelligence! They have no backbone! If they try to turn this into a popularity contest, rather than a contest about the issues, about why we failed..." She nods like she's Tess McGill in her own personal fantastic movie where she's amazing. "They're going to get a fight." She smiles, and I wish I could say it's creepy or deluded or something but you know what? It's just boring.