"It’s like I’m baby-sitting Linda Blair in The Exorcist. And her stepmom? Whoa, what a basket case!" Sarah is telling Romy the Duck-Billed Platypus about her new job. Sarah picks up a sandwich and sniffs it. "Eew, what is this?" she asks Platypus, who is sporting ridiculous pig tails. "It’s a Fam-wich made with Fam," Platypus tells her. "Why are we eating something called Fam?" Sarah asks. Instead of answering her, Platypus oozes with more Fam Facts: "Now with thirty percent less fat!" "Than what?" Sarah asks. "What is Fam, exactly?" She picks up a Spam can that has been turned into a Fam can and reads, "Oh, ‘faux ham in a can.’ Okay, this cannot be good for you." Platypus tells her it’s good for her and announces that she got the commercial. For once, Sarah is happy for her roommate without making a snide or selfish comment: "Romy! Omigod, that’s fantastic!" "FAM-tastic. I’m a young career woman on the go who makes Fam salad for lunch, only I have to eat it in every take so I gotta conquer my gag reflex," Platypus explains. Wait, hold it. Who do these writers think they are fooling? I know for a fact that no one has to actually eat the product in commercials. That’s ridiculous. Sarah sighs gustily and picks through the mail: "Oh, perfect. You get a commercial and I get a free bikini wax for my twenty-first birthday . That defines my life." Platypus has taken a bite of her Fam-wich and garbles through the Fam to ask, "Twenty-first birthday?" "Day after tomorrow," Sarah tells her. "And thus we find ourselves with a need to celebrate. My national, you being legal, having a new job. Party!" Platypus says. Sarah agrees with all of that except the job part, which reminds her that she has to pick up Flynn from school. "Did you say ‘twenty-one’ or ‘forty-one,’" Platypus cracks. Sarah is not amused and tells Platypus that if she can eat the whole sandwich, she deserves an Oscar. Platypus takes a deep breath and wraps her beak around the sandwich.