Taking over the other bathroom, Ryan covers himself in the usual birdshit with an extension cord around his neck, explaining himself as a "post-coital, post-bondage, post-cumshot tranny with, like, really bad makeup." He makes horrible faces into the camera, and then shows us the result: It is awesome. I mean, it's very lame and Ryanish, but still.
Nicole flirtily explains to Miles that she's all about accidental amputations, and she's making some kind of small sculpture Bento Box with casts of her tiny thumbs, which are going to be stuffed like bodily substances. This episode is really showing you the limits of art under pressure, isn't it? This challenge is the worst idea of all time. Porthos compares her thumb casts to "little kid dicks," because little kid dicks are what's on everybody's minds right now.
Miles -- poor, unfortunate soul -- got a shocking boner in a Disney movie, and discussed it with his mom: Ursula the Sea-Witch turned into a "mega-babe" and up it came. "She's a good-looking woman," he says, and Nao thinks about how to go about stealing a mermaid's voice forever. (Then she makes a video of herself stealing her own voice, in a plastic bag that once held goldfish, and calls it a day.) (Separately shocking: The fact that even though we didn't know this about Miles... Didn't we basically know this about Miles?) So Miles is doing some kind of collage with Mickey Mouse's face and a "tumorous morass" of... Yep. "Titties," penises and buttholes.
Plus, do you really believe anything Miles says, ever? Was he reading Frankenstein to his mother while masturbating to The Little Mermaid while pretending to be asleep? I mean, I find the complete disingenuous unreality of the entirety of Miles to be intoxicating, but I don't have a lot of respect for people's subjective existence generally, so it wouldn't occur to me to question this tale. "Oh, you got a boner and asked your mommy what was happening to you? Way to bring your erection into our conversation, buddy." I'm more than willing to let you set the agenda if it's working in my favor.
Ryan is unsure about the efficacy of all this, and also passes judgment on everybody else, deciding that he's the best of all time. Mark tries to form a thought, and mostly giggles about his muse, and Ryan worries that the cum on his face doesn't look semeny enough. If I had a nickel.
Pandoricum talks a blue streak about the evolution of her idea, which is basically -- from what I can gather -- "What if couture houses caught STDs." As usual, her actual art is fantastically beautiful, but one glimpse at the process and it's all too irritating to deal with. She's still wearing her tinfoil bunny rabbit outfit.
Everybody laughs at Proud Pussy for doing yet another whorish fashion shoot while talking about how she's not a whore. Ryan explains to us the few things he's gleaned about the Male Gaze, and then climbs into bed with her for Erik's boy-fucking masterpiece. Erik's mad because they're not acting like they're actually sodomizing each other, and getting all giggly because they're in flirt mode.