Before we get back to the whirlwind of creativity, it's time for Trump 101. This week's lesson: Handle pressure, or people will walk all over you. He thinks that, of this week's two PMs, gold medal winner Scott should be better equipped to achieve this objective.

Back in Athena's war room, still no progress. Melissa notes a lot of conflict and very little focus. Joan comes up with yet another brilliant gimmick: Insomnia! Silence yet again. Finally, Khloe starts speaking up but is quickly subverted by Annie, who decides they should delegate. She thinks there should be an art group and a script group. She wants to head the script group, and she THs that she doesn't care if people's feelings are hurt along the way to a win. And by which we mean Joan, who takes umbrage that she, the Emmy-winning writer of television stage, and screen, can't lead the script team. She calls Annie stupid.

Over at Kotu, Scott gives a crappy pep talk which boils down to "No chaos!" They bandy about the idea of using one of themselves as the superhero for a bit, but that notion is quickly pooh-poohed. Dennis really starts thinking out of the box, so to speak, when he suggests a transvestite superhero. Cue head scratching and eye popping. Scott rightly points out that Zappos is a family brand and might not be that into trannies. Dennis and Tom riff on that for what seems like an eternity. Given the number of uncomfortable faces in the board room, why is no one putting an end to this?

Back at Athena, Annie is futzing around at an easel writing things like "Wow!" on an oversized notepad. Khloe finally settled into her PM role and begins to redirect the group, though she doesn't go so far as to rip the magic marker out of Annie's hand. Damn. Claudia gives Khloe credit for taking the bull by the horn. The ladies come to a consensus that their superhero should be a lady. They're interrupted when the artists come to design the comic book story board.

Another set of designers visit the men simultaneously, despite the men's utter lack of ideas. Clint proceeds to cut off Jesse (and everyone else) about a million times, though he has no patience for anyone interrupting him. Eventually, Clint's lingus interruptus descends into a verbal slap fight when Dennis is the only man with the brass to stand up to this rudeness. Because it is Dennis, though, he goes about it in the entirely wrong way, and the artists end up having to wait, pencil in hand, while these two a-holes duke it out. Tom notes that Scott stood there silently when he should have been diffusing the argument.