One of the Winter Brothers shows up at Backbone… oh, never mind. That’s just Eric. John doesn’t have a good answer when asked where they are on the creative portion of the task. Lil Jon explains this whole thing about how they’re emphasizing that everybody is there to treat you as if you were Donald Trump. See, that could get you in some trouble… Meat Loaf says they’re dressing somebody like Trump, but you won’t see his head. So, a dude in a suit, then? Revolutionary! All three guys stumble around trying to explain their presently nonexistent concept.
NeNe and LaToya continue to argue. NeNe is mad that she was left out of LaToya’s friends for life list, and LaToya doesn’t like how NeNe rolls her eyes. Well, you have to get used to that. That’s mostly what she does in response to anything. But in all fairness, they talk about their exceptionally stupid arguments like adults, and they sort of work things out. There’s something weirdly sweet about it. They hug at the end, and everything is all right. Star tries turning it back to the task and even misquotes her own tagline. NeNe and LaToya go out to get props now that they’re friends. I am just now realizing that I have not mentioned Marlee Matlin yet. She’s there, she’s just, you know, working and not arguing with people. Anyway, the shopping ladies leave just as the photographer, who is clearly taking time out from his busy schedule of being a hobo, arrives. Star orders some Ivanka jewelry, and then the models arrive. The one who looks like young Jack Donaghy gets an audible “wow” from Marlee.
This: “And it ends with the line “The Future is Trump”, and that’s actually the most terrifying thing I can envision. Imagine Trump as a brain in a jar (still with the hair, though), shouting orders at his StormTrumpers as they round up the last survivors of the Gold Wars. A band of scrappy rebels stands in opposition, but their primitive spears and blowguns can’t penetrate the golden armor of the StormTrumpers. Their only hope? The chosen ones – Anderson Cooper, Mahsa, and Eric Trump (who has been exiled from the kingdom and spent the last ten years living underground and training all manner of burrowing rodents to do his bidding).” is one of the funniest paragraphs ever written! Also, on a related note, does Eric Trump not have any access to lip balm? If I can tell you are need of lip moisturizers thru the TV screen, you’re in trouble!