Chez Mars. Veronica arrives home, and Keith tells her she's late. Veronica says that that was the idea, since if she came home late, there was less time for her day to get worse. Well, there's also less time for it to get bet...oh, I'm sorry. Sometimes in the recapping haze, I momentarily forget what show I'm watching. Keith asks if lasagna and ice cream would improve Veronica's mood, and she says yes, but warily asks why he's being so nice. He hands over an official-looking document as he asks if she wants chocolate chip mint or butter pecan. She rips off the perforated edges to discover that it's a jury-duty summons, and Keith sympathetically says he'll get both flavors. Yeah, that sucks, Veronica, but if you take my advice, you'll get it over with. It's a little-known corollary of Murphy's Law that, if you defer, the next time you get called will be twice as inconvenient. Credits.

An overhead shot of a jury room in fast time shows the jurors entering and taking seats as VMVO tells us that jury duty over Christmas break illustrates "a commitment to the sacred ideal of drive-through express justice." A graying middle-aged man stands and tells the group that the first order of business is to elect a foreman; he asks for volunteers, and apparently even the crickets and tumbleweeds wouldn't touch this job with a ten-foot pole. The dude then suggests, since he feels that it's an open-and-shut case, that they pick Veronica, so that she can learn about civic responsibility. I'm not sure I like his "how about you lead us, little lady" attitude, but it pales in comparison to some baseball-cap-wearing middle-aged doofus's smarmy vote of "Absolutely." I wonder if he even looked up from his copy of the latest Barely Legal to hear the closing arguments. ["Since it's The Todd, my guess is that he didn't." -- Wing Chun] Anyway, the vote is unanimous. Don't get used to that.

Close-up on Lamb, who appears to be pumping iron as he tells Keith, who's off-screen, that he's made a lot of security improvements since Keith left. Yup, Donnie, you're doing a hell of a job. Lamb tells Keith that, instead of metal keys, the department now only uses magnetic keycards that they reprogram every couple of days. He asks Keith for a spot, and a wider shot reveals that Lamb is indeed benching -- and, what's more, is doing so in a black tank top. I guess the old saw "Post and ye shall receive" has some truth to it after all. Lamb checks his look in the mirror as he remarks that Keith should have pushed fitness more when he was sheriff. I don't see that it's a big problem, but I haven't seen Deputy Leo in a tank top yet. And after the events of this episode, probably never will (very sadly, SPOILER!). Keith deadpans that he was too busy with the crime fighting, which Lamb totally ignores in favor of grabbing a couple of dumbbells and going on to say that they have "Level One clearance" only for senior staff. I hope the senior staff doesn't forget the codes for when aliens invade the station and they have to self-destruct. Lamb says that there's no nighttime access to the evidence room without written permission from him. He then takes off his tank to reveal his sweaty upper body, and...oh, crap. I meant to tell you to go grab a paper bag before I got to that part. Lamb then plays with his drawstring like his pants are going to be the next to go. You did get the paper bag, right? Keith asks if Lamb is telling him that "the Neptune sheriff's department is a locked down, squared-away citadel of security?" Lamb opines that that description is a little flowery, and coming from a guy who's working out shirtless in front of another guy and who also looks like he shaves his body hair, that's saying something. After a little more banter, Keith tells Lamb that he'll need unrestricted access to Lamb's staff at all times, as well as personal information about everyone that works there. Lamb is uncharacteristically pliant for much of this scene, but the flash in his eyes as he smarms, "No problem, buddy -- just say how high" gives away that while he knows he has to play along, he doesn't like having a hand up the back of his shirt. So to speak. And that's all you'll be seeing of Lamb this week, but I'm going to go out on a limb and say that it sufficed.