I know I'm mentioning our robot masters a lot lately, but for a while I found myself talking about werewolves all the time, and I'm so over werewolves right now. Surya introduces his cockroach team to the VIPs, and interviews that even though he's the PM, Frank and Stefani are in charge of every single little thing. Like he openly says that, like an open-faced sandwich of begging for a smack. All the hors d'oeuvres and things are very Arrow-classy, but luckily they are also Lexus-classy, so it works out. Surya dimly notes -- on a few index cards which he keeps in a binder clip in his pocket like he read on GTD, to keep track of the thoughts and ideas that he never, ever, ever has -- that the people like the food. He sorta congratulates himself on the food that he had nothing to do with. I don't think Surya's really this bad, because I've seen TV before, but I hate him anyway, for making Frank cuddly and funny instead of my mortal enemy. I can't even get it together to be mean about Nicole this week, is how much my hands want to throttle Surya through time and space. The car battery -- after, of course, a bunch of old people and their fucking questions touch everything and make everything go and push all the buttons and switches -- finally goes out. Tim is shitting it, Surya writes something down in his Blackberry about creating a strategy for looking up how batteries work on Wikipedia. The car, meanwhile, is not having any of this, hilariously. Surya calls the fact of life as it stands right now "rather unfortunate," which is less obnoxious than "absurd" but only slightly, and without irony talks about the old people and how they would not quit with the massager. It's all kind of embarrassing, but I wish something more would happen, like Frankie could slip on a banana peel, and in the confusion accidentally pants Surya, and he would fall into a wedding cake that was delivered by mistake, and then I don't know what. The bees would come. No: Cameron Diaz. Wouldn't that be so awful?
Kinetic: Jenn tells us how she's an "events person," which explains why I liked her so much on sight, and how this was ten billion times harder than the PR that she does in her natural habitat. I guess due to it being a stupid gameshow intended to humiliate her, and whatnot. She's really charming but not very informative or polished as she makes up her entire presentation out of nothing but the moisture in the air and the memory of a Chateau LaFitte she had three years ago, like out of no ingredients at all, and she can't even synch up with the screens, because the whole thing is taking place in a circus tent, did I mention, because what says "Sixth Sense" better than a circus tent, but the sun is coming through and glaring off the TVs, so she just tells them to look at the screen and like...fuckin'...use their Sixth Sense to imagine that she's making any damn sense at all. This is the best episode. She stumbles and stammers and squints, and all the old people start thinking they're having strokes, and she says all the things she can remember about the car, which is like two things, and then all the things she can remember about cars period, which is another like twelve things, and then a big hole opens up underneath her and she drops down a cleverly disguised chute that's there just in case she biffs this one. Because somebody used their Sixth Sense to look into the future of Kinetic and to see lots of Tents in that future. Kristine stresses, and all the old people can think about is how there's something wrong with that pretty Jenn girl. The whole team is like, "Whoa." Angela interviews that A) this is what Jenn does for a living, except for apparently this three-hour period, and B) the only thing that can save them now are the go-karts. GO-KARTS! I mean, this is the best episode of the season by one point nine million miles.