Wes, the "Private Wealth Manager," interviews that Rob didn't feel like he was able to contribute to the team as much as some other people. We cut back to the room where John thinks they have "tremendous ideas." As Wes repeats that Rob was "trying to do his part for the team," Rob announces to the team that he thinks that in addition to crustaceans, they could also do an eel that would crawl up on land and grow arms and legs. Apparently feeling like this is a corruption of their otherwise flawless interchangeable-crustacean-appendage concept, the guys all look around miserably like they can't believe somebody invited this guy. An eel? An EEL? Rob interviews that his strategy was trying to contribute as much as he could without getting in the way. Back in the room, Kevin points out that you can't "accessorize the eel" (which is a statement far more gay than naming your team "Mosaic," if you're keeping score at home), and everyone agrees. "We gotta kill the eel!" Wes interjects. And the eel, she is killed. Rob says that he was doing what he thought was best, which was perhaps "to just chill out." Well, really. Once they dis your eel, what can you do?

Apex Corporation. (Or, if you like, "Appex.") Bradford is telling the assembled women that they need something that can be ready to go tomorrow. Elizabeth (I think) offers to write down ideas on a big board while they all brainstorm (although she uses a cutesy "download all of our ideas" expression, including hand gestures that could be some sort of interpretive dance move indicating "rainfall"). Sandy explains in an interview that they all tried to figure out what kind of toy they thought would work well. "The drag queen wardrobe for every young boy!" Ivana suggests energetically. Crickets everywhere: "[Chirp, chirp.]" Elizabeth says, "If a boy, six to eight, had an Easy-Bake Oven, what would that be?" See, I don't think she means literally an Easy-Bake Oven for boys. I think she's asking what's the analogy to a toy that a lot of these women remember playing with. One of the annoying things about this is that it becomes obvious, and it was even more obvious upon watching some of the Extra! Boardroom! Footage! this week, that they were told that they toy was to be for boys ages six to eight, but that's not at all made clear, so it seems at first like they all were just designing for boys because they don't give a crap about girls. Which some of them don't, but still. Bradford says that he "was worried that the women wouldn't be able to put themselves in the shoes of a six-, seven-, and eight-year-old boy." He interviews that he knows what little boys want out of a toy, because he used to be one. A boy, not a toy. Although really, who knows? Bradford shows the women a sketch of what he claims any "normal kid" wants, and I'm not so crazy about his use of the word "normal," but whatever. He's drawn a football helmet on wheels, basically. And in fairness, Pool Boy would play with that. He's not eight, chronologically, but still. Bradford really, really loves his own idea, which mixes the love of sports with the love of cars. It's really not a horrible idea, in many ways. My nephews would play with it, too. And my brother-in-law.