At the Platypus Mound, Sling Fling is typing at a laptop and Platypus is pacing behind him. She asks him when his deadline is, and he tells her midnight. "Oh my God, this is so exciting. I had no idea theater reviewing was such a tension-filled, high-pressure business," Platypus babbles. Jeez, shut up! The man's trying to write. You obviously learned nothing from your left-hook-to-the-right-eye experience. Sling Fling mutters something about comparing theatre-reviewing to hostage negotiations. Platypus leans over to look at the screen and says, "Let's see what you've got." She reads out what he wrote and tells him she thinks it's a little polite. Sling Fling tells her, "Yeah, I'm not a show-how-clever-I-am-trash-the-thing-mercilessly kind of guy." Well, then don't ever apply for a job at MBTV. Platypus decides to show off: "Here's what I would have said: 'The cast's Irish brogues were thick -- unfortunately, not thick enough to obscure what they were saying, as I always prefer the unintelligible to the unbearable.'" I guess sheis a show-how-clever-I-am-trash-the-thing-mercilessly kind of girl. Except replace "clever" with "annoying." Good way to work off her rage against the business that won't employ her as an actress. Sling Fling laughs, gets up from his computer, and tells her to take over. "Really? What'll you give me? I'm a highly-trained professional, I don't work for free," Platypus purrs. Sling Fling says, "Okay." Platypus is surprised: "You'll pay me?" Sling Fling tell her he will. Platypus is in the middle of asking what a theater reviewer makes when Sling Fling kisses her. Guess that's what he meant by payment. Platypus, still in theater critic mode, says, "The kiss was surprising but on the whole --" and she's interrupted by another kiss. Can I just say how repulsed I was by the loud, slurpy smooch noises that came across on the soundtrack? What did they do, stick a mic in her beak?
Sketch is madly drawing away when Sarah says, "I've got a break in fifteen, if you're okay with hangin'." Sketch doesn't reply. "Connor?" she asks. So that's his name -- too bad, I prefer "Sketch." Sketch tells her that he doesn't believe himself, "but sitting here, right now, I think I've conceived an entire show." We see that his conception has been plotted out entirely on cocktail napkins. Sarah is shocked (or pretends to be) and asks what it is. She looks at the napkin, and Sketch tells her it's a rough study. "Gee, it looks like an --" Sarah can't seem to say the word. Must be a penis again. "Ear. It is. Your left ear," Sketch tells her. I get it: it's body parts in general Sarah has problems identifying. Still, I'm glad I'm not the only one who's noticed Sarah's Dumbo-like appendages. Sarah giggles, "You did a study of my ear? Wouldn't you want to attach it to, oh, say, my face?" God, we really are vain, aren't we? Sketch tries to explain his concept and tells her to look at the contours and the dangle. Sarah is not impressed, "You spent the last hour drawing my ear?" Sketch reassures her, "No, of course not." Sarah: "Good, because I was beginning to get a little --" Sketch interrupts her, "This is your ankle and this is your wrist and this is your collarbone when you leaned over to scoop ice, and that's what got me thinking: portraiture as landscape. You! It's that dimple in your kneecap ['Scuse me, reality checkpoint: can he even see her kneecap? Isn't she wearing slacks?], it's like an aerial view of a desert plane. It's like you as the world. It's the world of you. As seen by me. I have found my muse. And it is you, Sarah." Throughout this whole conversation, which I didn't find as disturbing as Sarah obviously did, Sarah is looking around to see if anyone is listening. Just to make sure everyone knows that an artist worships her form and found inspiration in her kneecap. She whispers to Sketch, "Connor, do you still have that napkin where I wrote down my telephone number?" Sketch says yeah and shows it to her. Sarah takes it away from him. "Thank you," she says and walks away, looking back once to give him a look. Bitch-out much? You know she's just pissed off because her mammoth dinners didn't make it onto the World of Sarah relief map.