Back to the bad-interview session. Sitting down? Good. They have NO POSITIONS AVAILABLE. Dan is shit out of luck. I wonder if there's anything he could have done differently?

The three dudes all leave, with Dan complaining loudly. "I thought it very mysterious that sixteen hours earlier there were openings, and now, when I'm sitting in the chair, there aren't any. In other words, 'You're ugly.'" In other words, you fucked up the interview! Looks matter not. Well, they matter, but they aren't everything. Dan continues about this is how it is in South Beach, blah blah blah pretty peoplecakes. Over at the lunch for out-of-work ladies, Flora dances with Hare Krishnas and plays the cymbals. Pass the hat, somebody, she's busking!

Dan dials the phone as Spacehog plays in the background. He calls Ocean Drive magazine, the fashion/high society/stupid glossy rag that every city has. We actually have two in Philly, but one sucks so bad we're taking bets on when it will fold (clearing throat) Philly Style! So anyway, Dan introduces himself to the publisher, the cameras cut away, and when we cut back, he says he can "make up a resumé," then hangs up and announces he has an interview. Let's imagine what he said, shall we? "Hi, I'm on the Real World and need a part time job...interested?" Cut to video of Sarah repeating her earlier voiced concerns of people not working on the business idea-thing.

Daft Punk plays as a man marches smartly up to the door. It's Landon! He calls their house "nifty" and Dan agrees, "Nifty is the word." Nifty is the word nerds use, I hope he meant. Anyway, the roomies meet Landon. Mike says he has "a strong presence." Melissa says she was "scared" he would talk over them but he "treated [them] like equals." Sarah was impressed with the fact that Landon plays roller hockey. Okay!

Landon says (in case you all have been dead from the neck up) that "we are here to start a business." We GOT IT. Mike says the "problem" they may have is "conforming as one...seven people, seven ideas." Are they supposed to be Borg or something? Working together is not synonymous with "conforming as one." Oh, WHATEVER. Following Landon's suggestion, the group starts "free-falling." That is, they start brainstorming. Maybe his omission of the word "brain" holds portent. Sarah admits she doesn't care about making money and wants to open up a skate shop. Melissa wants to head a moped rental place. Mike blathers on about Z-cards. Joe bashfully looks at the floor when it comes his turn. Aww, c'mon, Joe! C'moooon! The arm-twisting and teeth-pulling begin in earnest, but Joe remains tight-assed, I mean lipped. Tight-LIPPED, I meant. Faces fall. Joe says to the camera, "Landon was a little more laid-back than I would have liked. There shouldn't have been any talk of the business on the first day we met." Then Joe lamely says to the group, "I was hoping to get to know all of you a little better before I let my ideas out." Let them out? Out where? Are they caged somewhere? Cynthia says that Joe has a business degree and is the businessman of the group. Whatever!