It looks like Take Your Blatant Lyrical Symbolism To Work Day at the ISD continues on strong, as we cut to Montana lying on the couch in the otherwise empty firehouse as the we-miss-you-1997-but-not-really-that-much song "Inside" kicks up with the words, "Haven't done a thing today / I'm just sittin' around, wasting time away." Which is so crazy! Because Montana...well, she hasn't done a thing today! She's just sitting around! Wasting...oh, you know. Thanks, soundtrack. Tell Patti Rothberg I'll see her next when I find her selling her complimentary Lilith '97 T-shirt on eBay for rent money. Which is a really good idea. That she probably stole from Joan Osborne. But I digress. Cut to Montana scrubbing those hideous cylindrical fish tanks, as Kameelah whines on, "It's not fair that she's in the house, chillin'. Like, who has time to clean all seven fish tanks at once? That doesn't make sense to me." Yeah, I know that after my killer sixteen-hour workweek, I can barely even lift a finger, much less a, um, giant cylindrical fish tank. Sorry. Just trying to relate. Can't. To the workweek or the fish tank, really.

Out in front of the firehouse, Kameelah asks Jason if she should be the one to bring up Montana's attempts to get Syrus fired, or if she should just rise above and leave well enough alone. Jason, of course, notes, "Me, personally, I don't give a crap." Ew. Of course you don't. Cut to inside the house, where we are to believe that Montana is simultaneously on the phone. She's talking to the aforementioned grandmother (or so we gather from her repeated use of the words, "I've never been fired from a job before, Grandma." The Squiggly Hip Font Of Character Introduction must be completely out of white ink after last week's Introductionpalooza), who reassures Montana, "Everybody has pitfalls in their life. It's how you work it out that makes you become stronger or weaker." Awwww. Sounds like it was Chinese buffet day over at Shady Pines, and Grandma Red is just getting around to the plastic-wrapped fortune cookies dessert. I'm beyond disappointment that we won't be around to hear the remainder of the conversation, in which Grandma also reassures Montana, "You will soon be going on a long trip" and "Your luck will soon improve," and, of course, that bastion of sage elder generational advice, "1, 2, 10, 12, 25, 26." Back outside, Jason once again plays a kind of contrived good guy so transparent that casual passersby believe Kameelah is standing in front of the firehouse having this conversation with herself, garbling, "I didn't stick my nose in about Syrus, and I'm not gonna stick my nose in about this." What. Ever. Somebody get that boy a tweezers and a ladder in case he needs some help extracting all those splinters from his ass should he ever decide to get the hell off the fence.