Please, C.J., smack him in the chops. Instead, she continues politely and graciously saying that she's sorry he didn't get the job. He can't believe that she's going to maintain that it wasn't personal. She keeps maintaining this. He claims that he thinks it's personal, and that it's unprofessional, and that people are going to know about it. Dirtbag adds that he thinks she's got a problem now. C.J. replies, "I have a number of problems today and you're not close to being any of them." Tad says he was hoping they could be "adult" about this, but I think that would require both of them being sentient human beings, and we're one for two on that count. She says that she has to go, and informs him that he's going to get a briefing on a Russian missile silo in an hour. Jerkwad won't let up, though: "Playing along with this for a moment, is there anything I should do to improve my chances next time around?" C.J. responds evenly, "Well, when we run for re-election, I'd vote for somebody else." We get a shot of the smug bastard staring after her. You can't imagine how badly I want to slap this guy into orbit. Maybe he could locate Galileo.