Elsewhere, Protégé wanders, and Troy wonders what they can buy in bulk. Troy talks about finding a Wal-Mart, and Kwame's like, "Yeah, there are no Wal-Marts...you gotta go to Jersey." Heh. Kwame interviews that they had trouble finding a "niche product" for their booth. At this point, a very weird conversation ensues between Jessie and Troy, in which she asks if you can buy dirt. Troy assures her that you can. She gets all excited, and suggests that they sell bags of dirt with a packet of seeds. Huh? Troy talks about how you can plant a heart and watch it grow, or something, and Jessie gets this faraway look in her eyes, and I feel like I missed the segment where Troy got drunk and Jessie hit her head on something heavy. Jessie calls Troy "creative." This is the part where we see Troy get way too excited about selling dirt. "You can buy dirt and speckles of gold and mine for gold," he says, as Jessie furiously takes notes. Dirt notes. Notes about dirt. Scribble away, Jessie! Troy suggests a sandbox with buried treasure, as an increasingly exasperated Kwame calls Kristi on the Space Communicator. Troy talks about selling sand, and Jessie really starts to regret bringing up the whole dirt thing in the first place. She interviews that this was "a little frustrating." Troy makes one more dirt suggestion, and then she interviews that, "behind the madness, there needs to be some organization." Yeah, I think the lesson is, "Don't get Troy going about dirt, because whoooo-ee."