James and Stefani are setting up lights and engaging in this business we call show when Don Jr.'s hair once again freaks you out from the location of his head, on which there is another set of hair which is slightly grosser-looking, and so on, into infinity. An asymmetrical part not unlike that which manifests itself on the blighted head of Simon Cowell gives him that insouciant but deeply compromised look one sees on the scarred mean men at the bus stop late in the evening. And what is going on in this room? Something deeply compromised, to be certain. The lady playing the attorney -- and I mean to say that the actors in both these commercials comprise a pool of talent truly remarkable in its mediocrity; they could be anyone, save a person familiar with the art of acting, or even playing pretend -- shouts at the witness about how the defendant did something, or something. The husband who lied about stinking up the house, but then covered it up, but somehow the lied-to wife knew that he had caused a problem and then fixed the problem, so she put him on trial, because James is just so goddamned creative. This goes on for awhile, and the executives come in, and either this is true or it is not, but what's presented to us as fact is that this is the precise moment that James goes completely crazy. I wonder if that really happened in reaction to the executives or what. He's like, "Cut! Cut! Cut!" and keeps repeating the lines and telling the woman things that wouldn't be helpful to an actual actor, much less this woman who I guess was just walking by or whatever. Shouldn't the final task have a budget? Or some kind of awesomeness? This is so jank.

James: "Interesting."
Lady: "Interesting."
James: "Interesting!"
Lady: "Interesting!"
James: "Interesting."
Lady: "Interesting."
James: "Intresting."
Lady: "Intresting."
James: "Interesting..."
Lady: "Interesting..."
James: "Interesting."
Lady: "Interesting."
James: "Interesting?"
Lady: "Interesting?"
James: "Interesting."
Lady: "Interesting."