Outback demands "no glitches" and that "everything go smoothly" and Randal's trying to chill the dude out, but it has no effect, since the dude's not actually upset about anything, his authentic self is not present here, because he is in the mood to yell at Randal. How do I know that? "You won't be smiling tomorrow if you don't represent my brand!" You won't be smiling when I punch you in the box, sir. Take a fucking step back. The point is...oh, man. This is so dumb, because the actual fact of the matter is that Randal can, and will, stay all night long, because his whole life is constricted down to a point, and that point is this event. He's got nothing else going on. Obviously. So these threats about not smiling and so forth, they have nothing to do with the task at hand, and meanwhile, Mark is still down there, alone, getting everything together, so the cock-swinging is just...you're creating two problems, Outback Guy.

Chris points out to Rebecca that once the event starts, they'll need somebody coordinating the emcee and the comedians, which is just patter to remind us about Piscopo, who then calls: "Ready for this? My union just called…" He can't do it, his hands are completely tied. Everybody's shocked because they've never seen this show before. James interviews that Piscopo was "our big show" and "now we can't do anything," and on the phone with Piscopo he's asking for suggestions, and of course gets none. They promise to look into the issue and try to resolve it, but there's a general resignation to Piscopo's terminal uselessness. Chris tells us about how there's a "possibility of task and mission failure," which makes me giggle, and everybody is totally worried.