...and she's marching into Ed's office (his full name is Cyrus O'Dell, by the way) and offering him a deal: bag the expulsion and she'll solve his problem with the Lilith House and the Lampoons. She shows Ed the CD, and at his confusion, points out that his KISS-esque-makeup-wearing son is wearing a Transplants t-shirt in the photo he knocked over earlier. She further exposits that the Transplants had a show a few nights earlier, so her theory is that the son sneaked out to the show in Ed's car, and when he dented it, trashed it to make it look like the feminists did it. As proof, she tells Ed that the one dent Weevil referenced was way too deep to have been made by a baseball bat and that the spraypaint will match the type he has in his garage. Ed buys Veronica's story and agrees that they're even, but is even happier when Veronica tells him she got his car fixed for free. She uses that leverage to get Weevil a maintenance job on campus, and Ed stares open-mouthed at her retreating form. I suppose when the sun shines out of someone's ass, such gaping is understandable. Seriously, though, it's nice to see Veronica trading in her good work to the benefit of her friends. Keep it up, hon.
Cafeteria. Veronica runs into Mercer, and they're pleasant enough until Veronica makes a comment about surfing and the trip to Mexico. Mercer says that he doesn't know anything about surfing, "but [he'll] get [her] a piÃ±ata." That would probably be overkill, given that Veronica's about to take a tire iron to Logan's head.
Veronica opens Logan's car (with the remote control, so either she has a set or she swiped them) as we get this VMVO: "Now maybe people would say they'd never install a tracking device in their significant other's car. But I think that's just 'cause they don't know how." Hee. Now there's a VMVO I can sink my teeth into, which is convenient, because it takes us into the last commercial break.
Veronica runs into Trish, who tells her Kurt fessed up about the playbook, and then packed up his stuff and went back to Kansas. Veronica asks if that means they broke up, and Trish tells her that he said that while he knows her heart was in the right place, he needs some time to think. Not to agree with Larry, but I can see where that might take a while. Trish: "I went momentarily crazy, and it's gonna cost me the guy I love." That's an awfully big anvil to drop on someone who's barely over five feet tall. Seriously, this is a pretty clumsy parallel. I mean, I'm not saying what Trish did was defensible or anything, but to me, there's still a big difference between a suspect action taken out of genuine concern for your boyfriend's well-being and a suspect action taken because you believe your boyfriend is a lying scumbag. But I guess we had to get to Veronica's Very Special Lesson by hook or by crook.