Into the studio, the past candidates are all "talking" wildly, doing the whole "peas and carrots" drama camp deal. Clay and James are pretending to talk about, I think, Chris's gayness. Felisha and Melissa are talking about what it's like to suck real bad. Chris is whispering to Alla that Brian is very short and therefore she can feed on him most easily. Brian is paralyzed by fear and talking to nobody at all. Toral and Adam are talking about how much they like Rebecca. Marshawn is ignoring them. Jenthura and Kristi are talking about how gigantic their hair has grown, and about how that one rushee keeps favoring her left arm like she's trying to hide a lopsided bosom. Mark and Jentethno are listening to Josh talk about God knows what. And Markus? Markus is talking to the side of Jenthura's head, grinning madly, and then completely ignored, he turns away without dropping the grin and talks to space. That's all the Markus we get, but it's a microcosm of the Markus Experience, and just for the opportunity to see that, I am truly thankful.
Everybody's freaking out at Randal's party in the NJ, and Trump welcomes the loser candidates into the fake Boardroom by name. Melissa looks gorgeous. They all look gorgeous. Kristi I don't even recognize, and I already thought she was pretty, but her hair is now rivaling Jenthura. When Trump calls Toral's name, he goes, "Ay-yi-yi," and everybody kind of laughs. It's rather ugly. Everybody's smiling as they enter, except for Alla, who looks like she's doing this with knives in her shoes. Clay keeps doing this kind of bitchy chewing-gum-but-there-is-no-gum thing. Trump tells us how great he -- and by extension, we -- think this is going to be, what we're about to see.
Chris is all excited about hanging up a huge Yahoo! banner on the stairs down to the comedy portion of the evening, how it will "smack them right in the face," and we see the logo is also projected on the wall, and there are banners on every surface that has stood still, and he says the word "Yahoo!" so many times and we see the word "Yahoo!" so many times that it loses all meaning, and then the one pathetic but sweet Glaser banner shows up and Chris says it's somewhat "overshadowed" by the Yahoo! attack, and it's kind of a sad little moment. Especially if you consider how this would have affected Alison Singer. You think she's high-strung now? Hoo boy.
Meanwhile, Outback Jerk is still fucking bitching. Assclown. The actual people who are not 100\% committed to being total shits are running around working -- like, literally running, sprinting, with big heavy boxes -- and this random chick that looks like my friend Traci Koch tells Mark that Marshawn may or may not be upstairs, and it's like an anthill when you stomp it, and then Mark accidentally runs into Singer, who jumps right up his ass about not losing the checks. The thing about Singer is that she's really pretty, I think, but weirdly, her stressed-out fake smile is prettier than her actual smile, which is already pretty. Never saw that before, but really it's a very charity thing to have going on with your face, if you think about it. Mark's got a ton of neck. His neck is eleven inches long, speaking of weird things in the face area. The check repository he comes up with is just bastardly ugly: a trash can with an Autism Speaks t-shirt stretched over it, like, the neck hole is where the checks go in. It looks like hell. It looks like Lindsay Lohan as re-imagined by Sid & Marty Krofft.