I think Brian is actually shrinking, you guys. Everybody comes into the boardroom, flush from pulling off their tasks with élan and, for some, a little bit of ugliness. Toral continues to be better than anyone else that ever lived, and looks like she's just about had it with all this mucking about. Why can't Trump just hand it to her, already? There's a bit of a love fest between Excel and Randal, and Trump asks if there was a weak link. Randal starts to say something, and Trump interrupts: "Please don't tell me Markus!" The entire team backs up Markus and puts their hands on his shoulders, and Trump and I are pleasantly surprised, because for whatever reason, they've actually been able to set aside all of Markus's bullshit and be cool to him. Mostly, though, the reason is that Clay has now nominated himself for Whipping Boy, just like Markus has up to this point, and they're just following his lead. The women all smile about the Markus thing, because they hang out with him all the time and braid his hair and paint his toenails and talk about their feelings and he gives them advice about boys. Rebecca fixes Trump with steely eyes and says that Jen W. was Capital Edge's weakest link.
George says that Excel "did well," with comments like "The products were well presented and the staff were very courteous and very informative" (Markus, predictably, not only because he rocked but also because he's informative to a fault), "Good display," "Representatives were friendly and very well informed" (Brian and James, the latter smirking oddly). Their average score is 8.1, so Excel flips out as Jen W. looks like her goose is cooked. Which I hope it is. ["In Alberto VO5." -- Sars]