Cucumber Dick, the Homosexual Commercial continues shooting (uh, filming) with the actual cucumber portion of the story, in which the same actress who got all prissy about being treated with respect and dignity is now pleasuring a vegetable while rubbing up against a guy dressed like a chef. I can see how she couldn't wait to get started. The members of Magna all laugh hysterically, because they have noticed that in some portions of Cucumber Dick, the Homosexual Commercial, it appears that there is some kind of a parallel being drawn between cucumbers and, well, you know, and this will be the funniest thing anybody ever sneaked into the junior class Spirit Week skit! Michael opines in an interview that Bren came up with this because he's "missing his wife." Heh. We then watch the filming of the exit of the male cook and his boyfriend, and Michael complainterviews that Cucumber Dick, the Homosexual Commercial will win only if the Net Worth commercial is even worse. Oh, look on the bright side, Michael. At least the waiters wound up happy.
I have to take a moment and mention that I was sitting here looking at these commercials, thinking that the real problem with most advertising is that it totally underestimates consumers, who really are not as stupid as they are often made out to be. But then I remembered that less than one week before this episode aired, I spent actual money -- negotiable American dollars -- to purchase Oven-Fried-Chicken-Flavored potato chips, and the reason I bought them? Was that I thought they would be funny. The verdict, incidentally, is that they smell like cat food and taste like licking the inside of a Ramen noodle seasoning packet. Or, as one taster commented, "There is absolutely nothing in my mouth except MSG." In truth, they were funny, even though I myself was approximately the last person in the room to try one, and it took several beers to get me there. They require you to make sort of a face afterwards for a certain set period of time, so I don't recommend trying them when you're about to have your picture taken. Anyway, what was I saying? Oh, right. Trump. Candidates. Bullshit. Let's get back to it.