For a brief moment I consider quitting Mighty Big TV forever, so as to never be lumped into a category of "writers" with Will "I'll say it again" Krudski. He called Ryder a jerk. How stupid is that? "Duh" and "Jerk." This isn't high school. It's the third grade. In 1986. ["Dude, if Get Real didn't do you in, I think you're indestructible." -- Wing Chun]

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Finn sits at his desk and thinks. Thinks. He thinks some more. He does a tiny spinny on his chair and thinks. Still too dark to read the quote behind him, though. He stands up, removes his glasses, and leans forward to look out the window. MamaVerve and Verve are playing with some dogs in the grass. Finn watches all creepy and has his own Harrison Ford moment.

Teleportation. Finn walks up to MamaVerve and says that he talked to Will about the tape and found out that Will was trying to protect some people and wasn't stealing. She asks if he's sure. He says he is. She asks what was on the tape. He says it's nothing important. She thanks him for taking care of the situation. I fall asleep. Finn also says that she doesn't have to worry about him and "that" anymore. No more groping. They sniff a couple of times. "Oh," she says, "okay." Her head wobbles like a dashboard doggie. They smile and look down. MamaVerve says that she's got a family to go feed. As she turns to go, Finn reaches into MamaVerve's blouse, pulls out her Scarlet A and rubs his sweat all over it. The oboe embraces Finn as he stands alone.

Oh, man. It's just not over. This show is never over. Scout sits on a boat under a tree. Paige sits down next to him. It's raining, by the way, because that's the law. She says that she's having a party with her parents on their boat this weekend and wanted him to come. He says he thinks that he's got a meet that weekend. She tells him that she likes him and that she's always liked him. He gets all nervous and breathes through his nose. He thanks her. She says she doesn't want to waste anyone's time and wants to know if he's just not interested. He says that it's not her. She says she thinks he's about to "blow a really good thing." He says he knows that. She asks if it's a chemistry thing or a timing thing or if there's someone else. He says it's not about her and that it's "kind of a timing thing." She says that was much easier than "a bunch of bad dates that ultimately lead to nowhere." "You're pretty cool, Paige," he smiles. "Yeah. I know." She kisses his cheek and walks off into the rain. Scout takes a moment to look off into the distance. Nostril flare.