Marshawn wheels Rebecca in from somewhere, and they're like, "Yeah, that's...some batting cage," and Marshawn interviews how the cage taking up "most of the diamond" changed the entire concept -- you can't have different stations at each base, which was the whole good idea for this task. Josh continues to push the products further and further out of the way until they're actually driving away in the Lamborghini from ten weeks ago.

Meanwhile at Capital Edge, there are these giant crossed golf clubs providing a Disney-esque gate into the Golf Wonderland our A Team has created. It looks awesome -- there's a fairway, which, as Alla VOs, divides the whole experience into three stations: "Fashion," with the very attractive/flattering/sexy golf clothes and accessories we all love to look at with our eyeballs; "Function," the actual clinic part; and "Family Fun," which is the point: a tiny putting green area for the kids that amounts to a very simple mini-golf course. (And with bowling, that's two "sports" I hate more than any other. ["You hate bowling? My God, man, who hired you?" -- Sars]) Clay bitches at Felisha about where he wants to place the products as Alla is standing there lecturing everybody about, you know, the task. He does that same matronly "Listen before you start talking…" stuff from before, trailing off like somebody's spinster aunt again, and the oboes of Markus begin to play. You know that shit bugs me. Have the courage of your convictions! Speak in the moment instead of doing everything for fucking effect! You're a smart, strong, powerful man! Stop acting like some episode of Designing Women you saw when I was five! I want to like you so badly! I've never recapped a show with a gay guy named Clay before! I want to know what that's like!