C.J. walks into her office and finds Hey! It's Stephen Tobolowsky!, who is fretting about the security of C.J.'s computer. He tells her that there are no firewalls on it, and this concerns him. Again, I ask you. Do you really believe that the press secretary's computer wouldn't have a firewall? That's a nice opening line, perhaps appropriate to his geekiness and nosiness, but there are things they could have come up with, with only slightly more work, that wouldn't be quite as absurd as there being no firewall on C.J.'s computer. Anyway, C.J. threatens to call Security if the guy doesn't tell her what the hell his deal is and what he's doing there. He explains that he's Dr. Max Milkman, and that he's from DARPA. She says she's been reading about something he was involved in, called "Operation Midnight Climax," that involved setting up secret brothels and testing LSD on the patrons. She calls this "mind-blowing." Really, really not a funny line. I don't give Sorkin much outside of Sports Night, but I liked his lighthearted banter, and he could sure as heck have written a better joke off of LSD-ridden brothel customers than "mind-blowing." ["One more rooted in the real experience of an LSD-ridden brother customer, certainly." -- Wing Chun] Anyway, the Milkman insists that that wasn't DARPA; it was ARPA. "I can't tell you how comforting that is," C.J. says skeptically.
We swing over to Air Force One's conference room, where Toby is sitting miserably in front of his laptop, trying to write a eulogy for a despised Republican whose death he has already lauded. Charlie walks by and asks if he's okay. "Do I look okay?" Toby asks. "Not so much," Charlie says. Charlie adds that Bobby Bodine was looking for Toby. "Enemies without and within," Toby mutters as he gets up and leaves the room. You know, Charlie's doing so well in that Potted Plant job, it's only a matter of time before he gets a promotion. Like to Floor Lamp, maybe.