Nobody told Durnell that nobody told the Sportsmart Employees that nobody wanted to tell them that they weren’t actually very employed any more.
So, in a way, Durnell did them a service. Unfortunately, that service only served to display the disservice that Mal and the Sportsmart bigwigs were already doing.
So, in a way… nobody’s coming out of this in a good mood.
Now Mal REALLY wants an army of Wildlife to do his bidding. Apparently, they’re like little Mission Impossible spies or something.
How long, do you think, it’ll take Mal to decide that he needs a team of wildlife to do his bidding so that he can be as successful as Lowell?
Paste knows how to show gratitude.
And he knows how to show contempt.
And he shows them both with love.
Aaaaaall at the same time.
Paste is settling into his role as ‘casually callous celebrity’ (CCC) pretty well, isn’t he?
And Lowell seems to be settling into another role entirely. Very fulfilling, I’m sure.
Kara said she needed to talk to somebody. I guess she was just being methodical deciding who it was she’d talk to?
What’s nice, of course, is that the last person she decided to talk to is an expert in such things, and had wine. It would have been difficult on Kara to have to circle back to someone else as the best choice.
Or start talking to utter strangers, hoping that they had wine. THOSE conversations get weird.
Lowell has learned a lesson about rivalry. It can be fun and spirited, or it can be mean-spirited.
Lowell started out, quite a while ago, thinking it had to be the latter.
Now, he must feel differently. I honestly don’t think he dumped Paste on his head out of mean-spiritedness. I think it was done in fun.
Surely Paste will feel the same.
That Mal. He got so caught up in winning.
That Lowell. I’m wondering if he didn’t throw the match when he saw that Mal was buying the one-sided bet.
… It’s not Lowell’s hundred, anyhow.
Paste isn’t the sort of person to make a goofy bet. He’s more the ‘tails I win, heads you lose’ kind of gambler. And what sort of maniac makes the lunatic bet himself when there’s a patsy around to send in for you?
Also, Mal thinks the big end of the stick is just for counterbalance. You have earned my admiration if you realized that’s what was going on.
When you have to have a conversation that you don’t want to have, you know someone’s gonna butt in. And if that person can move his arms and legs around, I mean, dang! Some people, right?
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