Rebecca admits that her team -- since they've been sequestering it up for a while now -- is way more awake than she is right now, and she tells them that she feels bad about not going to meet Piscopo, but that she will just have to meet him tomorrow, and Chris tells us about his continuing respect for her, and tells her she's doing a great job. He interviews that she's clearly exhausted -- physically, emotionally, mentally -- but continues to be amazing. She's "proven herself as a player," and he says that as much as he loves and respects Randal, which by the way he does not mean in a gay way, he thinks that Rebecca's going to give Randal a run for his money.

The plan is that Marshawn and Mark are going to meet the radio guys doing color commentary, and they're like famous or something, but then you know it's doomed because they're supposed to meet them at 10:15, and as we all know, that's the Hour Of The Wolf on this show. Soon enough, it gets pushed back a little, and then a little further, as for no reason they can fathom one by one they are pulled into the visit to Party City. Marshawn wants to go because she's the VIP reception person: fine. Josh wants to go because...well, you know. He's "like Chris." Marshawn's kind of nervous about going on the shopping trip, because that's 75\% of all members of Excel, going to buy party favors and plastic crap, but Josh and Randal agree that she should be going. Which is true. Except she should be going alone. Randal summons Mark, and he's like, "I'm supposed to be meeting Jim Kerr," and Randal doesn't care. "Move it to eleven!" Mark's like, "That's Randal's call, I guess." So fine, they're all going to the Plastic Crap Party for no reason. Weird.