The women pass out fliers for their "Triple Threat" class, which is composed of boxing, Pilates, and an ab workout. On the red flyer, the huge heading reads "Triple XXX Threat." It's embarrassing. Marshawn mentions that it looked like something for a strip club, but it was the PM's call, and she didn't seem to think it was too big a deal. Later, Kristi will explain that this was a graphics accident and the "Triple Threat" was supposed to written in front of the "XXX," using it as a graphic, which is a lot better. Now, though, they just look like hos.

Melissa bitches to Jen M., who tries to convince her to, like, do some work or something, that they're all going to do their best. Melissa's not hearing it, continuing to bitch about nothing in particular, and Jen M. physically turns away to talk to Toral and (I think) Jen W. Melissa interviews that success in the task "would have required planning, and that wasn't one of Kristi's fortes." She's got a very "professional," self-satisfied face on at this point. Jen W. (I think) asks Melissa a simple scheduling question and Melissa laughs hysterically and conspiratorially that Kristi hasn't made any decisions.

Chris explains to a mark that they'll be doing "kick-butt boxing, abdominal blast, and a yoga flex." I don't know what the hell he means by that, but they're calling it the "Rush 1/2 Hour." He explains to us that they stayed in the gym because they've already got their target audience: fitness-oriented people who are already familiar with the gym. It's nice that they actually thought about the alternatives there.

Markus gets a call from Trump, continually trying to interrupt and babbling some ass-kissing nonsense. He tries to explain their team name (Team Excel, which is idiotic) but nobody 's listening, not even you or me. Trump hates it, which makes Markus talk a whole lot more, and then he talks, and then he babbles, and then he raves on and on, and Trump hates him, putting him on mute to complain to George, who laughs, and the oboes play some more, and Trump cuts in with a curt "Explain it to me tomorrow, you don't have to talk anymore." Which is hilarious. Markus hangs up the phone with a ridiculous "I feel good about that," like, to himself, which angers up my blood even more. Then we watch the choreographing of the new class as Kristi gets the same call. The women's team will be called Capital Edge, which pleases Trump, and Kristi shows an ability to have a fucking conversation and get off the phone, which pleases Trump more.