Cut to Kameelah standing in the stairwell, staring at cutout "Genesisms" that have been taped all over the wall. More? Jeez, fine: "Lesson 75: Using your childhood as an excuse only makes you appear more immature, when you are an adult there are no more excuses." Sic, sic, SIC. I guess when you're an adult, there is also no more sentence structure. Two thoughts, two sentences. Like I'm one to talk. Anyway. "Lesson 83: 'Those that deny are the one's most deeply involved.'" Ack! Apostrophe Police, arrest that sanctimonious lesbian! Kameelah stands quietly, at least secure in the knowledge that her self-righteous list is tucked away in a rough-hewn Urban Outfitters notebook in a drawer somewhere. None-too-surprisingly, Montana has a thing to say on the matter in a confessional, and it's actually a pretty good one: "I don't know what a Genesism is, but I don't need somebody's dogma when I'm just trying to go to the 7-11 and walk down the stairs." A streetwalking bitch session between Sean, Syrus, and Montana leads Syrus back to the house, where he tears the signs off the wall and shakes hands with Sean to celebrate his job well done. For some reason, Genesis sits in the chair she was in earlier, pretending to Syrus and the world that she's asleep. Dude, she's not. Syrus accepts Sean's compliment of "nice job," adding that the only thing to do now is "wait for the hell to break loose." Much to the chagrin of the army of inexperienced temps holding down the fort at B-M Continuity Headquarters, Sean has gotten his hair unceremoniously cut with a hacksaw at some point. Nice one, Sean. History -- and Genesisms -- will have something to say on that matter, I am sure.