New York! In the back of a cab, PM Stephanie effuses meaninglessness to a bored-looking Angie about how it's great that they have Alex to work on marketing for them, because now, they can concentrate on "other stuff." Stephanie explains that she wanted to be PM both to improve morale (likely!) and to preempt Chris, whom she did not want to see in charge. Stephanie tells us very gently that Chris is a "nut case." She goes on to say that the team headed out to the training facility and met their trainer. There, we watch as they review a list of available special toppings. I love how one of the things on the sheet is "Cheese Frozen." Is that a topping? Can you call and ask for extra Cheese Frozen? Angie says that in figuring out what to make, they couldn't help remembering that Trump expressed his fondness for meatballs, so that's what they went with. They may forget how to count, how to talk, how to act, how to work, and how to play nicely with others, but it's good to know that they will never forget how to kiss ass.
Net Worth tries to think up a name, and Stephanie suggests -- I am totally not making this up -- "Meataroni." Because what you really want to remind people of when you're unveiling a new product is canned pasta. That sounds so much like meat from The Simpsons that I can't even tell you. Apparently, the origin of that, incidentally, is that it would have meatballs and pepperoni, and Angie's great name is "Meatball and Pepperoni Pizzazz." Not much better, although a tad less openly farcical, I suppose. And then Alex says "Meatball Masterpiece," and they all act like this is incredibly brilliant, because...I don't know why. It's actually stupid. And certainly no better than "Meatball My, My, My!" or "Meatball Madness" or "Meatball Munch!" But Alex smiles all pretend-shyly, because he has to feign modesty in order to avoid the unending avalanche of resentment and jealousy that would undoubtedly accompany life as the guy who thought up "Meatball Masterpiece." Net Worth shares a round of high-fives. Because...Meatball Masterpiece! Wooo! Stephanie calls the name "catchy," which is a little bit accidentally hilarious, and she's like, "Oh, this is exactly why we wanted him on our team." Yes, all they needed from Alex was "Meatball Masterpiece." His work here is done. He will be in his trailer.
Well, if Chris has quit tobacco, he certainly has replaced it with a giant mouthful of something. He explains to Angie that because he was forced off of tobacco, he's chewing sunflower seeds. ["Aw. Just like a baseball player." -- Sars] Angie tells him that he might want to go for some nicotine gum so he doesn't go insane and take a chainsaw to her torso. Or that's what she's thinking. He tells her he'll be fine, though he might be "a little short." Angie points out that he's "short" on a good day while chewing tobacco, so...she's a little concerned. He admits it's true. He refrains from ripping her head off. Right now.
Chris and Alex go over to a nearby construction site and offer some of the guys a deal for the next day. They wind up selling six pizzas for delivery. Now, remember, the training facility is in Brooklyn, so that's where the pizzas are going to have to come to the next day. All that for...an order of six pizzas. Not to pooh-pooh initiative, but that seems like a pretty dumb idea.