But the thing about nerds is that they can't read a room. Randal's better than most, but -- even in the hero edit at the auction, half the crowd shots were of terrible boredom -- he's still a nerd. And there may be something to ignoring the eyebrows and the nudging of Trump, who wants to somehow get credit for hiring a black Apprentice while still blowing minds with a double-hire to go with his multiple-firings all season, or forcing Randal into an impossible situation, or whatever the hell he's trying to do, which Randal's not really picking up on. Because Trump's clearly got a story in his head where if Randal okays the double-hiring, it doesn't take away from the progressive precedent, it'll be yooge, nobody loses, because Trump's weltanschauung is tingling now, wakeful, some might say tumescent, and extends not quite past his belly button, because he is ego personified, and his universe is Trump-sized.
So you've got Trump wiggling his weltanschauung at you like some kind of playground creep, begging you to implicate yourself, you've got Jentethno and Mark cheering crazily, Adam clapping spasmotically and adorably because he likes Rebecca, Toral clapping from the nosebleed seats where she's not even in the frame, Alla and Felisha screaming "No!" for no reason other than that they are disgusting, not because they've rationally decided Rebecca hasn't earned it, but that ship sailed weeks ago, months ago, and you've got Josh yelling something, positive or negative undecipherable, giggling with Brian and somebody in the crowd, Brian trying to catch Jenthura's eye while screaming like a hooligan, Rebecca smiling over at you affectionately, Clay looking pissy, Brian and Jenthura and Mark laughing and feeling weirded out, Markus with no idea what's going on at all, not sure if he's supposed to stand up again or clap or yell or what, and the camera swings on you, Randal, looking gobsmacked, because this is moving really, really fast, and nobody can believe Trump's doing this.