More NZ adverts! This one is about a documentary about American Neo-Nazis. God, King of the Hill, Time of Your Life, McDonald's, and Neo-Nazis. What a good look NZ has at America! Commercial for "Touching Evil" with that really hot Robson Green. He's yummy.

Platypus is cold-calling on various agents. She walks up to the receptionist at one and says that she has an appointment. "Really, and I'm Hillary Clinton," the receptionist cracks. Platypus whines about how it's really important, chance of a lifetime, just this once, blah blah blah star-is-borncakes. They cleverly have Platypus pleading her case all in one breath to different agents. One agent laughs in her face, and I immediately decide to marry him, while another agent calls her "Ramy" and wins my nomination for the Nobel. All in all, the agent search is an utter failure for "Ramy" the Platypus.

Sarah bounces over to Scraggle, who's setting up shop for a street sale, and tries to hand him a coffee. Scraggle tells her he's "caffeined out." Sarah gives away her real reason for bringing him coffee when she asks, "So did he call?" Scraggle gives her a blank look. "Spud, did you talk to him?" Sarah persists. Scraggle says, "Oh yeah, he told me to tell you that you didn't get the gig." Sarah is dumbfounded: "What?" "They wanted someone edgy, that's what he said, that's not exactly you," Scraggle tells her. "God, you say that like you're trying to insult me," Sarah pouts. "What, do you think you are edgy?" Scraggle asks her rudely. Sarah thinks for a moment and asks, "No, but why are you being so mean about it?" "Look, if you think the truth is mean..." Scraggle shrugs at her and attempts to get back to work. "But I wanted this," Sarah says, as if that will make Scraggle say, "Oh, you wanted this? Well, in that case let me march right down to Spud-Don't-Ask and tell him he really doesn't want someone edgier, he wants some no-talent hack singer who wears too much makeup!" Dear Sarah, If we all got what we wanted when we wanted it, your show would have been cancelled. Oops, it was. Love, keckler. Sarah tells Scraggle that he seems to be the one enjoying taking it away from her. How exactly is he the one taking it away from her? He got her the audition -- she's the one who didn't seal the gig. Scraggle tells her that he's not enjoying anything right now -- "trust me on that," he finishes. Sarah, ever the stupid bint, says, "Why are you so mad at me? What did I do? What? What is wrong with you, Maguire? Are you jealous because of Spencer? That's it, isn't it? God that is so unfair!" All this time Scraggle has been studiously ignoring her as he sorts his records, but now he says, "Is it?" "Yes," Sarah tells him. She goes on to say that she was ready to have a relationship with him, but he didn't want them getting involved. Scraggle tells her that was before they started sleeping together. "As friends," she tells him, "your rules. I was playing by your rules and you said it was okay to have a casual relationship, but obviously it wasn't. Not for you. And now that's why you are mad at me, and trying to hurt me, because I want to have a life? How screwed up is that? This really mattered to me, Maguire, if seeing me hurt was what you wanted, well congratulations!" Oh, wah. Scraggle's nostrils flare as he watches Sarah storm off.